"Well what the hell was he doing walking into a shuttle unannounced," she snapped. Her fingers don't waver and she just lets out a small vicious snarl.
"You won't. Not if I get ya so you can't chase me, Wingman. I ain't going anywhere."
Wingman? What was wrong with her. That's like calling someone a copper. She's not impressed with herself at this moment and pulls herself up testing one of her wings. It was strained and some of the flight feathers had been singed. She wouldn't be flying straight.
"Just stay back."
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