She’d palmed it from the utensils drawer in the mess hall. The Scoriah were formidable in stature and aggressive in nature but strangely naive and trusting. They had never searched her.One of the big Scoriah, Tee, used the nearby console to communicate with the boarding party. Chara stayed at the rear, her back to the far wall, and eyed the exit. The nice one, Nick, stood next to her.“I can hear your stomach rumbling from here.” He grinned. “You should have had the gormer meat rolls I made earlier.”The earlier fighting and snarling didn’t seem to have impacted him in the slightest. Her stomach made a truly pathetic noise as if to say that her hunger hadn’t been impacted either.With a laugh, he slid out the exit. “Wait right here.”She didn’t bother replying. Running would buy her time. Maybe. Very little time. Seeing who stepped through that hatch would give her more of an opportunity than huddling under a bed while the Scoriah sniffed her out. As if she could do anything or recognize anyone, but the instinct to know her enemy was too strong to deny.Tee appeared to stall.
