Ghost

Stopping to switch off her blue lightsaber, Ghost holstered it at her hip and crouched to grab ahold of the one still gripped in her metal limb. As she did the same with it and began to jerk off her left sleeve to reattach the arm, she thought back to a to how she learned of The Force. Grabbing her metal limb by the wrist and standing, she turned and offered a sad smile. "My name is Ghost," she answered and shoved the arm into place, grimacing.

Carla clucked and rushed over to Serenity, hopping to get her attention. The bird obviously wanted to distract her.

Watching her acid spitting chicken, Ghost sighed heavily. "What do you intend with your questions? You obviously have good intentions, but..." The words drifted as a lost look entered her visible eye. She was unsure of how much she should trust these strangers, recalling the last time she had trusted one.