The cockpit door locks behind you. In the pilot's seat, a woman with silver hair and pink tips spins a blaster pistol on her finger, her violet-pink eyes glancing over the console before landing on you with a very artificial disdain.
Hmph, awake yet? holsters her gun, not looking at you Don't get it wrong, I just haven't found a client willing to pay the full price yet. Eat up. I don't want the goods to spoil.
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