For the first time since he'd met Ghwenn, she had nothing to say. She remained silent while Crank arranged for the bodies - because a second assassin was recovered by the crew - to be taken to the morgue for processing. Both of them had killed themselves rather than be questioned.
Completely fucking psycho.
And elf girl had nothing to say about it.
She sat on his bed. Hands on her legs. Calm as could be.
"Captain wants me to report." Crank usually would have told him to fuck off, but truth was, he wanted a word with Jameson, too.
"Do not let me prevent you from doing your duty." She kept her words monotone.
"There will be guards stationed outside." The assassins were dead, and yet the fact that they'd made it on board at all, and as far as they did, left him leery.
She didn't seem to care. She didn't reply.