Jet slowly turned, his eyes tracking Aellyn as she glided past him, her footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit corridor. A slow, deliberate smirk crept across his face, the kind that hinted at a thousand untold stories. He glanced down, shaking his head softly, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as he watched her make her way down the narrow passageway, the flickering lights casting long shadows.

Then, he turned back to Fel, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. [color=ff0000][b]“You know, I think I got a good feeling about this one.”[/b][/color] he said, his voice carrying a rough edge, like gravel crunching underfoot.

[color=ff0000][b]“It’s been a while since we had someone with some real grit on board, especially stuck with the likes of us.”[/b][/color] He paused, scratching his beard with his metallic hand, the sound of metal on stubble filling the silence like a familiar tune.

Jet leaned back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. [color=ff0000][b]“She’s got that fire in her eyes, the kind that says she’s ready for anything. Reminds me of the old days, full of reckless ambition.”[/b][/color] He added with a wry smile, his gaze lingering on the spot where Aellyn had disappeared.

He then turned his attention back to Fel, his expression growing more serious. [color=ff0000][b]“we gotta be careful, though, kid. This ain’t for the faint-hearted. She might have the spark, but she ready for [i]that [/i]fire?”[/b][/color] Jet’s eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the possibilities. 

The ship’s engines hummed softly in the background, a constant reminder of the journey ahead. Jet’s thoughts drifted back to Aellyn, her determined stride and the fire in her eyes. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was different, [i]somehow[/i].