[Just like her warden, Bea is relieved to have an opportunity to stretch her legs and breathe air that hasn't already been through the lungs of everyone on board. The past month has been especially difficult, no lie, but she's done far less damage than she could have. If she ended up seven steps back, she at least tried not to step away. As angry as she still was, she was starting to consider the value of less violent philosophy, of a more peaceful approach to life.
Though maybe not so much in this port. The town was sleepy enough, sure, but the "wanted" posters and warning signs bespoke a danger around the community. And as bizarre as this place was, Bea was well aware that this was the kind of danger she did best in.]
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Though maybe not so much in this port. The town was sleepy enough, sure, but the "wanted" posters and warning signs bespoke a danger around the community. And as bizarre as this place was, Bea was well aware that this was the kind of danger she did best in.]
Hell of a bandit problem, huh?