Lypha: What the… They stopped the train?
Lypha looks out the window.
Lypha: Oh shit! I’ve got to get out of this jacket and hide it NOW! Oh god oh god… Shit, hurry.
Lypha pulls off her jacket and shoves it under her seat.
Rulerists. And not Humans, either. These are Andoians. Native aliens. What are they doing, looking for someone? Me? Oh god. Here he comes. I’m scared.
The Andoian Rulerist stops in front of Lypha.
Rulerist: Ma’am.
Lypha to herself: Oh god he’s here.
Rulerist: We’re on a manhunt for an escaped inmate. He’s Human, and highly dangerous. Ma’am?
Lypha: Yes sir?
Rulerist: Have you seen him?
He holds up a picture.
It takes me a minute to recognize him. Fewer scars, shorter hair, younger. But it’s him.
They’re looking for HIM?! All this is for him? But he’s just one Human, and one they didn’t need, at that. Solla had no idea of this- our crew is way too small to have known. But he’s blind. He’s mute. He’s clinically insane, dead to our world. This doesn’t make sense. I do my job, though.
Lypha: No Sir, I haven’t seen him.
Rulerist: Thank you for your cooperation. May Our Ruler guide you.
I need to tell Solla.