Re: Adventure #2: Gibraltar to Mars
Maybe the closest thing to a marksman they had, Felicity did her best to keep out of sight yet in position to bring her rifle to bear on the 'enemy' ship... if that's what it turned out to be.
When the other ship didn't attack but made contact, she was a bit concerned. How the hell did they know we were coming? For that matter, how the hell did they know that's what we were here for?
She wasn't disappointed that there wasn't going to be any fighting... not yet, anyway. Sure, she liked shooting at targets... stationary, moving... but never like shooting people. Sometimes it couldn't be helped. And she only shot animals when she was hunting; she always ate what she killed... animals, of course, not people.
If anyone glanced in her direction, she just gave a wan grin and shrugged her shoulders. She always knew what was going on out west, but back in the eastern cities it was always confusing to her what was going on and how she should react to it. It was clearly that way here on Mars, too.
It was almost like the Wild West with the Injuns... just different in a strange way.