Ashi leaned her head back, squeezing her eyes shut ashamed of the fact that she couldn't keep her chest from heaving. The waves still rolled through her body starting at the break in her leg rippling up through her core, to the top of her head, into her fingernails and at the base of her hair follicles. It hurt like a...like a bitch. But she tried to hide this. Aside from the tears that formed in the corners of her eyes with the resetting, she didn't cry. She screamed, yes, but she felt she probably would have died had she not. “Y-yeah, I agree...Just, just so long as we're not enemies...” she mustered, somewhat labored, but Riola's comment drew her attention again back to her arm. Bad enough that it couldn't be set. It wasn't a good sign, and seeing it made her want to cry out again, but she didn't, turning instead to Shaldag who the other felis was doing her utter best to repair.
Mendez was at her side, utilizing what little bit of first aid he could, and for once he seemed to find himself without words. Aside from that blue woman who actually didn't survive her wounds, this was the worst Mendez had seen for a very long time. “I don't know what else we can do for him, chica,” Mendez said, wiping his brow with his forearm. The two of them together managed to bandage up the parts that were bleeding the worst, but in some spots his innards were still visible. It was on these parts the felis was focusing with a bandage, wishing she could get underneath to wrap the bandages around his torso, relying instead heavily relying on medical tape.
“Do you know how far it is to a medical facility?” Magali half-whispered, half-croaked. Unlike Mendez, she'd never seen this amount of gore, and certainly had never had a hand in attempting to clean it up. She was amazed that this man had even lasted this long. His role in this world was not yet complete, she'd decided; he was pushing much too hard for life for them to allow his life to slip through her fingers like this. “We need to get him soon or...or...”
“I know, amiga, just keep the blood from coming out, cover his innards to protect from infection, and just pray. Hold on, Shal. We're fighting for you,” Mendez said, his green eyes searching for some sign of hope, the only hope seeming to come from the injured's rising chest. He was still breathing. As long as he drew breath, he would be fine. He would make it.
Ashi gulped. They were doing what they could for him, and Ashi, again, found herself unable to do anything. Any more people around his bed, however, and they would be getting into each other's way. She looked to Hyun, hoping for some sort of reassurance, but that reassurance would only be found, no, could only be found when they landed at a medical facility where she would demand that Shaldag get priority. “Why the Edensians, though? Why do they want me? Why is that thing in cahoots with my father? And how did they know we were at the club?” So many questions went through her mind. She was supposed to be getting her tattoos, to become officially part of the gang—with both Hyun and Shaldag. She was supposed to live happily ever after with her own little makeshift family.
“Ye may 'ave ta,” Rosalind said chuckling. “Et's not uncommon among pilots t'sleep in th'cockpit. For many of us, et's th'most comfortin' spot on the ship.” She left her chair facing him, drawing her knees up to her chest. If one were to step into the cockpit just then unnoticed, they'd see a sight that they would never want to erase from their memories. A vetted pilot sat in her most relaxed position, one that would allow her knees to be a pillow if need be, but eyes focused on the apprentice before her. The pale light from the various screens and buttons would emit a bluish white glow on their features. The more experienced of the two bearing the common signs of most of the galaxies great pilots, wild red hair gushing down her shoulders, low hanging ears, the horns that curled around her ears, too, would be glowing softly, reflecting the light of the screens, the stars as their backdrop. The felis would have the classic signs of someone who had just been handed the wheel. Eyes, scared but excited, in awe, and possessing a certain knowledge that like the pyra before him, he too would take possession of the skies.
“So ye like the girl in ways besides friends, eh? Watch out for that shit. It makes ye do things outta character,” she laughed, though there was no bitterness whatsoever to be had in it, “Ye think ah'd be in this mess if it weren't for Riola? 'E's in their eyes a terrorist. Ah'd say 'e's a freedom fighter. 'Fore 'im...ah kept my 'ead down. Never got into any trouble whatever. Ah'd dip out at the first signs. Does this make me a coward? Maybe, but it made me a living coward, one with a steady, reliable job. Was jes' me an' Fiks b'fore, an' it 'twas easy. Nice. Soft. All that's gone now, an' all in the name of love,” she moved her legs down again and leaned forward, a wry smile on her lips, knowing exactly how it was that the felis felt, “Ye know the best part of it all? Ah'd do it all again in th'name of love. An' ye would too, if ye actually do love 'er. Not sayin' ye 'ave t'fight t'prove it. On the contrary. Ye can run, the second ye can, with 'er, an' ye'll be able t'live. Ah won't stop ye. An' dun worry about the pay, ah'll make sure yer good an' covered.”
Fikri laughed, taking the mug back, “It's...I would say, an acquired taste.” He took a whiff of the beverage before taking his own swig of it with a contented sigh, “Rosa was addicted by the time I got onboard, and, well, the rest is history. She made me a coffee drinker.” His tail switched back and forth, back and forth as he picked up the other mugs, balancing them on his fingers. “Something tells me she'll put two and two together. She's too clever for that. But what did Hyun do to you to make you decide to hate her?” Fikri wasn't meaning to sound accusing, but he was more curious than anything. For that matter, he didn't understand why she'd singled him out initially, or why she was making friendly moves now. He wouldn't complain; if he could make a friend out of Atrix, he was going to, and chose rather consciously to not take an offense to her rather blatant confession of his own plotted murder.