Stephanie had called a meeting. "Alright, we can begin," she said as Trevor sat down, the last person to arrive. "What do we do about our little problem?"
Basel folded his hands calmly. "She isn't causing any problems. I suppose we could ransom her, if it's worth much."
"We'll have the entire Federation on our asses," she said bitterly, her brows furrowed. "This would take our status to a whole new level; we could never rest."
"And launch her back out? Perhaps," she said, frowning. "She's not doing us any favors staying here."
"But they can arrest us for pirating," she replied, pacing slightly. "We all have bounties on our heads."
"It is the option I am leaning towards the most, yes," she said flatly, running a hand through her hair. "It's unfortunate, but thee's not much for it."
Basel didn't say anything for a moment, frowning. "Can we keep her awake a little longer? I'd like to get a sample of her blood."
Stephanie squinted, frowning at Basel. "The longer she's awake, the harder it's going to be to get her to go back," she said flatly. "I'll let you gather her blood, but that's it."
Anya was in the cargo hold by the window. She seemed to spend a lot of time here, gazing out to the space beyond them, her brows furrowed.
