SEC #3
Roy shook his head, thefirst reaction to anything since they stepped into the cell. "Last I saw, she was walking away from the fires with Harry. A few seconds later, things got really busy, and next thing I know, the Gava are dragging her onto the shuttle, out cold." His eyes were locked on hers, never once flicking down to take stock of her appearance, and betraying no emotions whatsoever.
"If it was anyone else on the crew, I'd have treated it as just some freak accident. But someone's created a pretty impressive track record of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I've stopped writing it off as coincidence or bad timing." His voice was carefully controlled, no anger in it, but there was no sympathy, either...just statement of facts.
"So, you want to give us your inevitable tale of woe and misfortune? Or just leave it to us to dig up the truth on our own?"