[Sage]

Jeanne said nothing during their round of diplomacy; not only was the language unfamiliar to her, she agreed with the Captain. Fortunately the others succeeded, and eventually they were brought to a requisition station of sorts.

'I suppose I ought to take something,' Jeanne thought. Feeling her laser against her side and the side of a thin knife pressing into her calf - it was always strapped there - she wondered what else she would need to survive and couldn't think of anything. And then there was the issue that this felt like stealing...the theurge eyed the door they had come through. She wanted to look for the Wrath Swords and bring them back to the remaining Saint before someone stole them.