Acquittance.

Koko chuckles while repositioning her back onto a nearby wall. “I’m seriously being threatened by some grade-schooler. Nngh… Perfect...”

Miya scrunches her eyes. “Grade-schooler? Is that a faction on this planet? I didn’t see anything listed about such an affiliation in the cluster logs.”

Koko raises her eyebrow with a short nod of her head. “So you really aren’t from Earth, are you? You said something about being a Space Patroller for the Galactic Federation... Why would they send one of you to the surface when all of us are being detained down— AGHHH!”

Koko swears beneath her teeth as she looks down at her leg in a painful wince.

Miya continues to smother her boot in the girl’s severed leg with a tempered glare. “I’ll ask questions, you listen and respond. Got it? Or I’ll rip it off and leave you here to die slowly.”