>OOC: Assuming he says the first outloud... He did... >"No, I don't think so." Lessa says, "I think that it is just if the >fugitive is in sanctuary for longer than a day..." "Good. And if you leave without telling them, they won't know what you are doing. At least in theory," Woof agrees. > > > Lessa frowns and her eyes get a hard look as she begins to paces > > > and talks to herself, "The sunlight was from directly overhead when > > > they took Rachel aboard that ship, so I'm looking for a ship that > > > was loading at noontime, one that probably lifted not much later, > > > and we're looking for a couple with a 3 year old girl. That should > > > narrow things down a lot." > > > > "Should, but they would also not have been a commercial carrier, and > > hence looser rules..." he muses along her line of thought. > > > > > Suddenly she stops and looks at Woof, still frowning but with > > > something flickering in her eyes. > > > > > > "Woof, I shouldn't involve you. I can't ask...but..." her eyes look > > > pleadingly at him, "...but, they took Rachel off world and I need > > > to go find her and you're the only one I know with a ship?" > > > > "I'm already involved, Lessa," he says, giving her a sad smile. "And > > I was planning on having three days to spend, hopefully with you. > > I'm still willing, and I know we're lifting in a couple of days, and > > we have a destination already that we have to hit. Let's see what we > > can do." He nods to himself. "I have a cab waiting, didn't want to > > call one from here. Can you wear a cowl or habit or something? If > > you aren't seen leaving here, and arriving in the dark, you should be > > ok... I can't foreswear the ship, but I'll help you," he ends. > >"Yes." she says, "I have something I can put on." > > > "Come back to the ship. You could clear yourself, but that would > > take Rachel... We can't do that...not now. But later... Yes, we > > will." > >"All right." she says then stammers out, "And thhanks. I hate to do this >to you." > >In a minute she has gathered up her things and opened her bag. From the >bag she removes a red wig and using the mirror in the room puts it on. > >"I had something else in mind for this." she says ruefully as she pins >it into place, "I think it will do as a disguise, though." "It's better than just something over your head. And I told the cabbie I was meeting someone here." He looks her over a moment. "Lets call you 'Margarite' for the moment, shall we?" >She puts the folder in a briefcase and puts her computer on top of it. >then zips it shut. > >"I'm ready." she says, picking up her bag and her briefcase, "Are you >going to call and warn your crew mates that you're bringing me to the ship?" "Think I should? No, let's just go. Less calling the better. *Might* have a trace on the line..." He holds out an arm for her, and takes her bag. "You know the way back out? We need to go through the sanctuary, since that's where the cab dropped me off and will be waiting." Woof
