[Restless dead aren't the only creatures making this planet unpleasant: its living residents are more vicious, more hungry-- often more desperate than the visions of old friends or familiar faces.
It'd been a mistake, coming here.
Not that Aeryn can outright remember the specifics of it enough to properly chastise herself or anyone else. But she's guarded herself (as she always does) against clawing fingers and bloodied grasps, flight suit making the effort as easy as it is difficult (they can't touch her skin, though the cuffs and straps mean getting a solid hold on her is simple) pulling away with a snarling hiss that makes her feel more claustrophobic than anything else. Pries herself from one beggar's grip into yet another.] --get off. Frelling get your hands off of me or you won't have a hand left to beg with!
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It'd been a mistake, coming here.
Not that Aeryn can outright remember the specifics of it enough to properly chastise herself or anyone else. But she's guarded herself (as she always does) against clawing fingers and bloodied grasps, flight suit making the effort as easy as it is difficult (they can't touch her skin, though the cuffs and straps mean getting a solid hold on her is simple) pulling away with a snarling hiss that makes her feel more claustrophobic than anything else. Pries herself from one beggar's grip into yet another.] --get off. Frelling get your hands off of me or you won't have a hand left to beg with!