#oh she'll definitely hear lucas out don't worry lmao

[immobiliter]

       She had indeed chosen somewhere public on purpose; the void of space was large, and it was all too easy to end up isolated and alone should something go wrong — particularly a woman with a temper like her own. Here, surrounded by the chaotic dismissiveness of a station that could only belong out here in Terminus, nobody so much as arched a brow at a pistol being drawn out in public. They'd notice a scrap or a blow, though, almost certainly, and would only turn it into much more of a public spectacle that she was certain Lucas North could not afford. Not with the bounty on his head.

       Or, at least, that was what Klaes Ashford had reasoned before they'd docked and stepped foot on this station. He was the more reasonable of the two of them, after all.

       “ That what they all say. ” Camina didn't crack that easily, and so the aim of her pistol didn't waver. But she was certainly intrigued by the kaka felota ( bullshit ) that he thought he had to sell. It was no secret that she and the Illusive Man frequently did not see eye to eye, and she preferred where possible operate independently. “ Usually right before they start to beg. ”

“And here I’ve been worried he’d forgotten all about me.” There’s a huff of breath akin to a laugh, falling from lips that all but twist themselves into a sardonic smile as Lucas leans against the wall at his back, gaze flickering from the woman and her weapon to their surroundings as if searching for any lingering passerby. It’s as if he’s suddenly gone invisible - everyone passing by with their heads down or eyes staring blankly as if they can all but see right through him … no one has time for a man at the end of an angry looking pistol. There’s the bloody Terminus Systems for you. “Or what? You’ll help me get all pretty before my big date with destiny? Doubt it.” He takes a chance, steps closer, ocean blues never straying from where that weapon stares so pointedly in his direction.

“ Use your head. I know something. Something big enough for whatever bounty it is you’re after. You’re not really the type to just blindly turn in a fortune in return for a more than likely far smaller one, are you?” He waits - one beat. two. - before arching a brow and trailing blue eyes over her features with an expression of disinterest, perhaps even boredom. “You’re smart, or else you would’ve picked somewhere more solitary, somewhere I wouldn’t have had to worry about drawing more attention… Think about it. Ke?”