[BlueInTheShell]

Riola kept his sights trained on the woman's broken arm for a second, only closing his hand with the cigarette in it once he felt her pluck away the little bit of nicotine. Whatever hospital they were going to was going to be something high-end, that was all he knew. No backalley doctor was able to fix the damage the two they had, and the ones that were able to weren't too keen on aftercare, from what he had experiences with. Ashi seemed to be on the verge of falling into the black, quiet spells of unconsiousness and the Edensian was more than keen on letting her broken, battered self drift off into sleep - His fixation on her ravaged arm dispelled when she spoke to him; The grim reality of the makeshift medbay coming back into focus. He didn't notice the pool of red around both Ashi's cot, and the puddles of crimson that were forming into a lake around Shaldag. The reality sank in more.

Riola shrugged a shoulder slowly, before bringing up the hand that was holding the cigarette into his hair; the Edensian tugging on his braids while he chuckled nervously. "I can't say for certain. I've always used them to dull the senses. Took the edge off of burns and such when I was making bombs, chica." Rolling up his shirt-sleeve, Riola pointed out a few bits of scars; the light pink tissue a stark contrast to his pale skin. "Look at this way. If you've never smoked anything before, the first initial hit will take your mind off of a lot of things. Either nicotine sets in, or your coughing fits'll distract you from your arm."

Shaldag could feel each hand that was working on him. Each hand that put pressure on his hand made a bit of blood gargle upwards towards his throat; the Ogrunu doing his best to keep it down, though a few dribbles managed to leak out; drool and the red liquid creeping down his neck and staining his skin. His teeth were a few shades of scarlett as well, though the massive man's breathing relaxed momentarily while the bandana was wrapped around his metal arm. Taking in a deep, heaving breath Shaldag raised his good arm again and wriggled metallic fingers; using very bit of brain power so the shadows creeping in the corners of his eyes wouldn't overtake his vision. He couldn't speak. Or even summon the trite bit of energy to try and sign to the two, and helplessness was beginning to seep into his mind. He hated every microsecond of it. He should be up and about, making sure the people on this ship weren't going to try anything on his friends. Well...They were less like friends at this moment. Hyun had been something more akin to a sibling. And well...Shaldag spilled blood with Ashi. By all rights he could call her 'Sister' at this rate.

Listening to Mendez, the Ogrunu craned his neck to the sound of his voice; Eye dilating and refocusing slowly while he took in the blurred sight of the man; Bright red hair making the Ogrunu's brow furrow. It was the accent and the bit of Edensian that made Shaldag's arm shoot out like a rocket; metallic digits grappling and closing around the man's throat while a snarl escaped his mangled mouth; blood spackling his outstretched limb and chest. A few seconds later, and sharp pain wracked through his system, the Ogrunu releasing Mendez as quickly as he lashed out - Shaldag forming a deep bellow-turned sobbing as he closed his eye and slammed his fist onto the cot. It was all a horrid dream. He was going to wake up and Toka was going to ask him to see the same Cowboy movies again and again...

Hyun rushed over towards Magali and Mendez, placing a hand on Mendez and looking at him to make sure he was okay, before furrowing her brow and sighing deeply; the Chuzizian's head tendrils swaying as she shook her head slowly and deliberately. "Yo, you two. You've done as much shit as you can. Give yourselves a fuckin' break or something. I'll keep an eye on Shal." Hyun commanded, crossing her arms and tapping her foot at the duo. She was gonna give them about five seconds to just do what she had said, or the second time of her asking was going to be with something she could bludgeon the two with.

Nokra continued to sit, gawking at just...Everything. Suddenly the world he had known seemed so finite, it was hard to even try and grasp. He had been in collosseums that housed entire cities, listening to the roar of bloodthirsty patrons who wanted to see either him, or the beast he was hunting in the spasms of death throes. Nokra chuckled for a second. The adrenline rush he felt just glancing at the serene beauty of Space...It was a different feeling than the rush when you swung a weapon. It was peaceful. A jolt that was warming and welcoming rather than terrifying. "I don't think we command space...We're just...Just guests in it. I don't think anyone can really conquer all of this, no matter how hard they tried." Nokra bumbled out, biting his lip, and then itching himself under his shirt.

"I got a lot to be sorry for, I guess. It's just turning into a habit at this rate. Plus I'm kinda pointing out the obvious." Nokra uttered, sheepishness eking out of his voice, though temptation and curiosity overruled everything else. Curiosity killed the Felis He repeated in his head as he inched forward in his seat, and gingerly touched the Pyra's horn with the tip of his finger, only to recoil backwards like he was burned. "Can't imagine just staying on the homeworld for all of your life. It's gets boring. Least it would be for me. Moved around and saw too many interesting places for all of this to just...Go stale and keep the scenery the same I guess." Nokra snickered, a canine poking just out of his lips as he did so. "Well, thanks for not being the slaving lot. It's appreciated." He said, before the topic turned to Magali. Gone was the smiles. Now was the time of anxiety and tension, though her offer made his right ear twitch a few times.

"She could...Definitely do with some female friends. Far as I know, she's just been with men. And well, they weren't pining after her friendship." Nokra grumbled, sloughing out of his seat like molasses before he caught himself and propped himself back in his seat. "Give her the shit about the danger. And if you wanna. Ask her if she likes me the same way. Fuck...I don't think I wanna know though. Feel like the Terskix onboard has her fists in my guts when the topic is brought up."

"You don't know how to kill people. Or hurt them. You've definitely made a mistake when it comes to company then." Atrix replied, resting her hip on the counter of the kitchen and bending forward slightly - Lower hands on her hips as she shimmied a bit. "You're gonna wanna learn something. Anything. Real fast at this rate. Though your silence is nice. Not many keep secrets anymore." Fikri's prospects and reasonings for everything were starting to make sense however. It would have been easier to just get rid of the Chuzizian off the ship. Away from the eyes of the Daoweian and the Ogrunu. She could take the blue-haired woman easily, and she was more than sure of that. Or pride was more venomous than her pincers. Shaldag? Even wounded and reeking of the sweet, hungering scent of gore looked formidable. Though she'd never admit it. "Hmph. Amusing. Different race. Still pleading at the behest of the Ship-Matriarch. Little things in common." Atrix laughed.

Fikri was right again. This wasn't the Empire. A sudden feeling wrenched in her gut and she looked at Fikri...Or rather, his lack of extra limbs and sucked her lip; mandibles raking across her cheek and leaving skin a shade brighter as they traced themselves across her face. One of her lower limbs moved to a holster and pulled out a tiny little hold-out pistol; the Terskix offering it to Fikri. "I'll treat you the same way I'd treat anyone else here. I expect you to shoot that at things that want to kill us. Or I'll use one on you for failing to protect your Matriarch, Rosalind." Atrix said plainly, giving Fikri a rather cold, and emotionless look before she bounced her hip off of the counter, intent on following Fikri. "I want to see all of you enjoy that...Dirt you keep drinking. It's bizarre you all like it."