"Less, actually. A swarm o' angry bees are gonna do exactly what ya'd 'spect a swarm o' angry bees t' do. Chase and sting." Morrigan said, skipping along without a care in the world. "I'm unpredictable. Or at least, no' as predictable as those bees. Bees'll do what bees do, but I don' care what I do. Long as it's done."
Keith rolled his eyes. "Big difference." He paused and scanned the area. "Do you have any ideas about who all came to your cell while you were there?" He asked looking back at her. Hendrik stepped to the side, to give a clearer view.
"Oh, yeah." Morrigan rattled off a list of every officer she had even seen near her cell, mentioning which ones gave her weird vibes and which ones showed multiple times. She didn't stop to think that maybe her knowing all these names and remembering the faces and times to go with them was weird, just listed.
Keith listened to her explanations and nodded. "That is not really good. There were only about three of those that were actually coworkers of mine. The rest are not, and I have no clue what they may be doing on this ship other than probably trying to kill you. I knew you were not liked, I didn't know that you were hated this much by other people."
"I've made a lot o' influential people mad, Officer Cop." Morrigan stated, eyeing her nail beds with interest as she followed him. "I steal from the rich, remember?" Kill them on occasion, too. "'Course tha's gonna make some folks butthurt. Pissed you off, didn' it?"
Keith ducked under something and then looked up trying to find a way onto it. "Eh not really. Annoyed, sure. Pissed off, no." He reached up grabbed a hold of something and pulled himself onto it. He then turned and offered his hand to help the other two up. "We try to keep our emotions in check while on duty, otherwise we're likely to make mistakes and just end up with more people that hate us. So while we may get annoyed that we can't catch someone for a while. We don't hate the people we bring in or have to track down."
"How many police officers have ya actually met, Gunner?" Morrigan asked, sounding actually incredulous. Sarcastic too, sure, but she actually sounded like the idea of a police officer not allowing their emotions to get in the way of their job was something out of a myth. And for her, it sort of was. She waited until Hendrik was up before accepting Keith's hand with her metal one, letting him help her up.
"A few," he replied.
Keith ducked under a pipe and stopped. A window could be seen just in front of him. He pulled up to the side of it and peered inside. Then he motioned for Morrigan to come and look at something. In the room were several people. All people he didn't recognize. "Do you know any of them?"
Morrigan did so, looking through the window and studying the people inside the room. "Yeah. Guy o'er there with the gross sideburns? Kiesler. Hit me when I wouldn' talk interestin' to him." She tapped the side of her face, where a mottled and decently fresh looking bruise sat on her jaw. It wasn't one she'd gotten in the attack, for sure. "An' o'er there is Jarsan. She was weird on guard duty. Wanted t' stand in the bathroom with me."
"She was trying to pick her moment," Hendrik spoke up from where he stood. "Everyone on this boat wants you dead girly. And I mean everyone. Whether they admit it to themselves or not, deep down even cop goodytushoose wants you dead."
"That's where you're wrong, Hendrik," Keith corrected. "I don't want anyone to die. Some death is unavoidable however, no matter what you do."
“Don’ surprise me.” Morrigan said, still looking over all of the people in the room. She spoke casually, as though she wasn’t talking about people wanting to kill her. But something did flicker across her expression for a split second, so fast it could have been a trick of the light. Something sort of close to regret. “I’m the kinda girl people want dead, y’know?”
"Get down!" Keith suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her down to the ground. He hit the ground next to her and let out a quiet groan. Someone had looked up and he'd slightly panicked. Now he was paying for it. Hendrik had also heeded the warning and gotten down out of sight from the window.
“Stupid ass-“ Morrigan muffled a cough with her fist, pulling herself up off the ground, out of sight of the window. “You’re an idiot, ya know tha’? Coulda jus’ stepped t’ the side, but no.” Despite her griping, she reached down, tugging him back to his feet carefully.
Keith was already scolding himself for having panicked like he had, and just kind of shrugged as Morrigan scolded him. Pain was ebbing at his chest and he was struggling to ignore it. Though he didn't want to show that he was in a lot of pain, because he didn't trust Hendrik at all. And his trust for Morrigan was very limited. Despite what he knew.
Morrigan studied him for a moment, golden eyes narrowing suspiciously. Turning away slightly, she brushed herself off, though the places she brushed were a bit…odd. Chest, rib, thigh. And then she arched a brow in Keith’s direction. She was asking where he was hurting, knowing full well how to tell when someone was in pain.
"Tigger happy dumbass shooting me in the chest. I'm bruised there," Keith replied bluntly, dragging himself to his feet and brushing off.
"Hey, I'm young, I'm not stupid," Hendrik objected.
"Really? I thought those two things went hand in hand."
“I’d hardly call twenty three all tha’ old, officer Gun.” Morrigan said, flexing the fingers on her metal hand. They needed oiled, but it wasn’t like she could exactly get ahold of that oil. “I’m young an’ stupid though. For sure. Otherwise I wouldn’t’a got caught now o’ all times. Not right before-“ She cut herself off, shaking her head and running a hand through her fiery hair.
Keith's head snapped up. "How did you know my age?" he hadn't mentioned it once. In fact they hadn't even spoken about ages until this moment. This girl was much smarter than she let on and it was not looking very good for him right now.
Morrigan just shot him a wink, batting her eyelashes innocently a few times for good measure. “I know things, officer Monto.” She said, eyes sparkling with a dangerously mischievous glint.
Keith eyed her for a moment, before shaking his head, and looking around again. "Okay, here's what I purpose. We take the ship."
"Uh, hate that plan," Hendrik replied. "You are the only one with a weapon here, and it's one weapon. These people have automatics and lots of amo. That's a suicide mission."
"Mmm, I'm pretty positive that I am not the only one here with a weapon on them, and even if she doesn't have a weapon on her, she doesn't need one to take people out," Keith corrected. "Besides I know you still have a knife on you."
"Me, withou' a weapon?" Morrigan placed her metal hand over her heart, faking offense with furrowed brows. Then she reached into her boot, pulling out a gun and waggling it around in the air. "Tha's like a year 2300 Wyvern's Wing withou' a 7000 volt engine an' carbo-fiber wing holds." As though that made any sense to anyone who wasn't a mechanic obsessed with reading and learning about old flight ships, she slipped another knife from somewhere with a flawless sleight of hand, tossing it to Hendrik. "Here ya go, Henderdak."
Keith snatched the knife out of her hand before Hendrik could take it. "As I said, He has a knife, I am not going to give him two, unless we actually run into trouble," he explained. "I don't trust him in anyway. You're a thief and a good one at that, but as far as I've gotten from you, you don't want me dead. He shot both of us, and judging from his skill display from earlier, he has a very good handle on weapon use."
Hendrik shrugged casually. "He in't wrong."
“No hard feelin’s bout the shootin’ me thing. Ya ain’t the first.” Morrigan said with a shrug, patting herself down quickly. “Prolly won’t be the last, either, with how this day is goin’. So what’re we doin’ next?”
"As I also said earlier, we're gonna try and take the ship. Or at least take the bridge, so that we can radio for help," Keith explained. "Unless one of you has a better idea, or like a set of headphones with a mic on them, that seems like our best bet. Eventually we're going to get found, every game comes to an end at some point."
“How naive.” Morrigan cooed almost condescendingly, patting his shoulder as her voice went from that sickly sweet tone to one with an underlying sharpness. “Ain’t no game over till I say it’s over. Now, I don’ have any head sets, but I bet y’all gotta have ‘em somewhere.”