There was no other choice but to go with him. Not that Demagol seemed keen to allow her any space to argue on the off chance she hadn't wanted to be taken. An armored grasp encircled her waist, and with as much fear one could harbor without knowing what they were afraid of, Rhailo looked at him again. Really looked. Really, honest to ancient Gods tried to see something in his visor besides the reflection of her tears. The Auroun hadn't meant to cry, nor did she have some secret desire to shake against his hold, but some things were to be expected. Nothing was quite so intimidating as being taken into the arms of a stranger; couple that with a bounty on her head. Of all the things that could go wrong, the woman presumed her choice was a relatively safe one. It beat being shot by ground guard Roth Khaanians, and if need be, she still had some time to get away from him before they were anywhere near the S'zari. Perhaps she would seize that opportunity at some point.
For now, Rhailo was hoisted over his shoulder, leaving her exposed midsection to rest flat against cold beskar steel. "Please don't take us-"
And then they were airborne from outside Doo-Lah-Khan, and Rhailo could recall screaming, even if the action of the boosters rocketing them upwards drowned the sound. Weightless. The woman certainly wasn't wearing enough to stave off the cold winds whipping at their figures, but terror was far more imposing than the chill of night air. Even when airborne, her priorities were elsewhere. Lids shut to block out the wind while the Auroun did everything she could not to move, arms partially linked around the Mandalorian's shoulders as if that could be enough to ensure there was no opportunity to plummet towards the stretched crossroads of Nar Shaddaa. The city was so centralized from the sky, congregated towards a towering center mass while the outskirts were slums. Just skirting flop houses and twisted remains of lost business ventures. The creeping death of forgotten peoples, slowly eating at the outer levels at a rate Rhailo assumed would choke out the metropolis within the next decade or so.
Decadence in decay. Nothing was meant to last forever.
Hopping from roof to roof, Rhailo was caught off guard by how careful her companion was being. It wasn't a rough ride, despite how she hung precariously over his back, unable to direct any of their traveling. By the time he came to his first stop on the trip, Rhailo was gently lowered onto the building to stand awkwardly nude near her captor. Opalescent hues blinked open, and absently, hands were moved to wipe tears. The shivering hadn't stopped at any part of their journey. Initially, his messaged seemed to fall on deaf ears, perhaps ignored. Fingers were curled slowly to return circulation, icy to the touch. In some regards, the Auroun looked miserable; in a state she didn't rightly know what to make of. Just trying to remain coherent, as a hostage who couldn't grasp their situation often found themselves replaced. As they were alone, she worried that he was growing tired of having a tagalong. What sort of bounty hunter was content being saddled down with near useless cargo?
"So, you'll be 300,000 credits richer." The statement had a hint of disapproval attached. "How nice."
Something about their location didn't fit the bounty hunter's plans, and in such, Rhailo was once more carried away to their next destination. Here, a balcony awaited her, and the door keeping the duo outside of the hotel was unceremoniously ripped from it's hinges so she could wander inside. The setting was assessed with vague interest, and almost immediately, the Auroun left him with his task of refitting the door to crawl onto the bed and seek heat from the blankets. Around bare shoulders the comforter was wrapped, her legs crossed where Rhailo sat at the end of the bed. Never did she really seem to take her eyes off Demagol, took curious and too frightened to give him any space outside of very brief interactions with the rest of their environment. His stunts at the club had cemented a hatred for him the Roth Khaanians wouldn't soon forget; they would see her as an accomplice. She knew at least a handful of the employees saw her being whisked away by the bounty hunter.
The grave he dug for himself may have needed widening. It might need to fit her as well.
Watchful of how he tended to his wounds, Rhailo commented offhandedly, "Do you expect a rendezvous at some point?" She had been under the impression they were currently waiting for direction from somewhere. Whoever hired him within the S'zari. It wasn't until he finished with applying the salve that he acknowledged she was still with him, sights settling towards the silver haired femme. It took everything to hold an expression of neutrality, her focus all pushing towards ensuring he couldn't tell what she was really feeling. In some small way, it was the only modesty she could afford under these circumstances. The shoes and the credit chits remained nearby, adorning the opposite side of the mattress like a hint at her brief double life in the club. Bringing both hands upwards to rake through windblown locks, Rhailo blinked her silent approval of his appearance.
Not that she would admit finding him attractive. What she could offer as the signs of a smirk teased her lips was, "I thought you'd have more eyes than you do."
The woman cleared her throat as Demagol's tone shifted from that of pseudo-factual quips to an offer of importance. It actually felt like blackmail more than it did a release of any type. Relief wasn't forthcoming. Processing the words was more than she had estimated having strength to accomplish, yet the Auroun found herself asking questions. Several questions, all in a neat row, like she could line them up to cater to his impending answers. "Why? Why would you do that for me? I don't understand why." Scratching roughly at the base of her neck, her inquiry continued. "What do you get out of this? Are you trying to buy me? Was that your plan all along? I-I don't know what you want with me.."
Until that moment, Rhailo hadn't felt anything in particular over being nude. The curves of her body were on display and it had been comfortable in it's own right. She wasn't self conscious about it. Just something that needed to be done for the time being-- But with how foreign eyes seemed to search her, she was quite conscious of the fact. The blankets moved at either side of her to be hugged closer, shielding the swell of her breasts from wandering gaze. "Y-you know I wouldn't pick them." Rhailo stated with a swallow, looking away to ease her tensions; to try and keep calm her frazzled, over worked nerves. "You're just fucking setting me up..."
Straightening with a whisper of an inhale, Rhailo nodded begrudgingly while her milky irises returned to meet his oceanic orbs. "You. I'll stay with you. The lesser of two evils, or something, right?"
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