Trying To Fool Herself

Realizing her questions were going unanswered, Ghost gently took the metal arm and hand back. Shoving them into her bag, where only a folded dress and her key were. She picked up the nerve connector and hastily shoved it back onto her arm, praying neither Quint nor Mar noticed the pained flinch. Closing the bag, she pulled the strap onto her shoulder and got to her feet. "I dont understand most of what you're talking about, so...I'll leave you to it. Thanks for the help with my arm, but I'll deal with it from here. You guys are probably going to just drop me off at the next planet anyway." She explained in as kind a voice she could muster before slipping away to hide out in a more secluded part of the ship, Carla following close behind her.

In her mind, the brunette felt she had been rude, but did not want to fool herself into thinking they would keep her around. No one else had so far in the year she had spent alone. She doubted these strangers would be any different.