She manages to get her wing free but winces when a few blooded pin feathers fall to the ground but she keeps moving.
"Just.... around. I don't call my people's home world home. They don't like people ho are different and I ain't so xenophoobic," she lets herself slide down a bank. The sound of her boots and the ;leather armor on her knees scraping against stone and rock can easily be heard.
"And let's just say your people have excellent cause to hate mine. I don't blame them at all."
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