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Rosalind nodded, but kept her thankfulness regardless. Not all in these industries kept this same method of honor and many, she knew, would have sold them off in a heartbeat. They were wanted criminals – many of them, at least. And “princess” was no easy title to throw away. “'Ccording t'my radar, we weren't. But they'll guess we're 'ere if what actually hurt 'em tells our hunters what it saw,” Rosalind said shaking her head. “We'll be careful leavin' orbit, ma'am. Dun you worry about that.”

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Mendez walked over to Riola sensing his discomfort, and feeling some of that himself, clapped the Edensian on the shoulder and grinned, “Don't worry. We can clean up here. They don't exactly expect us to show up in our nicest monkey suits. It's a medical center and our friends are in critical condition. They understand, and if they don't they can suck it, si?” He fiddled with his own excuse of a wallet and handed over his identification to the same man taking Fikri's, and coupled it with his old work id for confirmation. He, at least, was clear. “You look like you have a lot on your mind, but we made it! For now we're in the clear! Just try to rest, hermano. Maybe sneak away with Rosalind.”

Magali breathed a sigh of relief when everything seemed to be in order and the Ogrunu was carted away to his own pool to be fixed. Maybe she could meet him as a whole person. The Daoweian (and she recognized this only because she'd served a few) was at least conscious, though she hadn't had much of a chance to see her for who she was either. What put them in this condition? she couldn't help but think. She'd been wondering since they entered the ship but had been too busy trying to keep them alive to ask. Hearing a bit about the Edensians, she wondered if the conflict on that planet might have been the cause of it, but the Edensians with them seemed to be alright. She lit up at the prospect of getting her own identification and refrained from grabbing the immaculate Star Woman's hands with her own bloodied ones, “You'd really do that? Really?” Her own identification. Sure, it wasn't a permanent exclamation of freedom or anything, but it would establish her as her own person, at least, on paper. “Can I...Can I clean up first?”

“That would...that would be good for all of us, I think. Thank you,” Fikri said, offering the man a tired, but genuine smile. The thousand eyed stare was still there, and likely would not leave for quite some time. But this place offered a brief moment's respite. It offered a sanctuary.

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Ashi nodded along, grateful for the information that Dr. Analoka gave her. “I wasn't there for their creation, though I'm thankful that they've kept him up as long as they have. If he wasn't here, I don't know what I'd do, or Hyun for that matter.” She paused a moment as her face distorted to one of pain, but she quickly composed herself, “Is there...is there a way we can improve them? Or his health here?”

Ashi looked down sighing, knowing full-well the types of prejudice any given star traveler might possess, “You're not the first of your kind that I've seen if you can believe that. I...I know that your kind is good. The two of you set an excellent standard.”