Running Is Her Go-To

Carla, finally calming down, decides to help Quint in her collecting, spitting acid on the dead bodies to get rid of "evidence ". She squawks proudly to the young Jedi woman and looks to Rowan, seeming to really like the idea of hiding on his ship.

As for Ghost, she laughs nervously while rising to her feet and retrieving the light sabers she dropped. "Oh, Ripper? He's just a troublemaker." She says, praying neither Mar nor Serenity see through the lie. "I need to get my bag, so I'll answer about this Jedi business when I get back."

Turning to the bar, she slips back inside quickly and finds said bag still under the chair she left it hidden beneath. Grabbing it, she childishly tries to slip out a back entrance to avoid more questions, only to grow frustrated when the door turns out to be locked. "Come on," she whimpers and tugs on door. "Why is my luck so bad?"

She knew she was in trouble now.