The Jig Is Up!

The little female jumped, bristling at him, but Chaos just stood with one brow cocked at her, his injured leg lifted to keep pressure off it, until she relaxed enough for an explanation. Damn but she looked familiar. He hadn't slept around quite thoroughly enough to have forgotten someone he'd screwed, so it must have been someone he'd only met in passing, maybe. "Slaver, eh?" He gave a cursory, lazy scan of the land behind her, coming up with nothing. "I wouldn't be too worried about it, no slaver's going to be stupid enough to mess with me." Not that he himself couldn't be classified as a slaver in some sense of the word, but he wasn't in the habit of just randomly snatching up loners as slaves, not unless they'd done something to warrant his ire. This pretty little female had not - hold up.

His gaze cut sharply back to the young female, giving her a much more thorough study, and he his stomach drop abruptly, like a stone rested in it. Oh, wonderful. Just... just peachy. The toning and shades of her fur, that marking pattern across her back, the willowy figure... no wonder she looked so familiar. And running from slavers to boot. He'd managed to drop himself squarely in Valentine's problem, hadn't he? And here he thought they'd just go kill some slavers, extract vengeance for the blow to the Imperialis pride, and that would be the end of things.

Things were rather more complicated than that, apparently.

"You got a name?" he asked, as casually as he could swing it.