[Okay. Well She isn't exactly going to die. At least, not if Barriss has anything to say about it. The sound of someone screaming draws her attention, her head jerking towards the noise and feet moving across the deck on reflex. A hand reaches out, taking Cordelia by the shoulder and hauls her gently backwards, away from the lines of fire.]
Hey! Hey! I've got you, you'll be alright!
[Hopefully the sight of a green teenager with facial tattoos isn't too freaky. Hopefully? Maybe...?]
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Hey! Hey! I've got you, you'll be alright!
[Hopefully the sight of a green teenager with facial tattoos isn't too freaky. Hopefully? Maybe...?]