Stepping over to Preef, she looked over his shoulder at the datapad,
"Why does it feel like the words 'would you like to?' are going to be the next thing that I hear?" she replied humorously to Preef. The tension and uncertainty that had followed their words with Rico had alleviated, like a breath expelled after so long. Rico had been a gangster, a fixer, had had things going well for too long. He'd forgotten what happened when things slipped up. Not that Rico had, but sometimes, someone did.
She glanced up to him for a moment, whatever came next was for the two of them, not Rico,
"What'll you do now? You can't stay here, you know that, right?" she spoke softly, but firmly, worried that Rico wouldn't be thinking straight with the loss. And while she didn't want to see him dead, she also knew that he was a liability, kriff, they all were while they were still on this planet,
"Well my things are back at the, uh, but I ain't going back there so..." he drifted for a moment, realising his options "I guess I'm outta here, find a way off and fwooo" he sent his hand moving past his face like a rocket firing by "stay the hell outta the way for a while"
Smart man.
Back with Preef, Marissa looked up at him, psyching herself up for the next leg off this operation,
"Where are we off to now?"
@Ecclessey