Vee was afraid.
She hadn't been afraid like this in a long time. She could handle people shooting at her. Knives, gas canisters, whatever. She'd experienced a lot of bad stuff and caused her fair share too. But this… was different. Being intimate with a man like Sotza, it was too much. Though they'd spent a little time getting to know each other, it wasn't nearly enough. Not enough to give her the courage to go to bed with a man like him.
She summoned up some courage and said in the coolest voice she could manage, "Please excuse me, I need to wash up."
She didn't give him a chance to respond. She pushed past him and slipped off the bed. Gathering her carry-all case she walked toward the washroom.
"Closet." Sotza said as she reached for the knob.