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[center][h3]--Rassvet - Tanker Crash Site--[/h3][/center]

She shot him.

Guess there was no love lost between the two, Kalina and this Ivan person, a supposed arms dealer that was more of a conman and swindler in practice. Valerie absolutely had no horse in this race, and besides, Kalina might appear pragmatically ruthless at first glance, but the shorter white-haired WARDEN knew that the pilot wouldn't actually shoot someone without a good reason, threaten maybe, but definitely not going as far as to pulling the trigger. Thus, for this Ivan person to push her into such lengths, he must've done something, no matter who was more in the right, one thing for sure, this wasn't the first time they had a confrontation...

Though it might be the last if Gerard didn't attend to him.

Silje's usual Siljesque quip pretty much confirmed that she survived the landing, Justice seemed to take charge of the princess guarding duty, and Morden already said anything meaningful that Valerie could say. Yeah, be careful, Kalina, wouldn't be very funny if you blew everyone up just because you wanted to intimidate a smuggler.

Regardless, guess the situation calmed down enough for Valerie to stow Haylel into her mist pocket, then walked back to the truck to peruse those crates Gerard moved. Once there, the 2nd Class grabbed a sidearm identical to the one Gerard procured for himself, held it in her right hand for a moment to let her mist-veins envelop it, temporarily turning it into a deadlier weapon with theoretically 'endless' magazine. She briefly entertained the thought of test firing it, but... etherium spill, right. So instead, she disengaged her power then holstered the pistol, might prove useful as a backup weapon in case Haylel wasn't available or feasible to use for one reason or another. For pretty much the same reason, she grabbed a trench knife and buckled its sheath to her waist.

While all of this was happening, the Nephilim kept an ear out for the on-going... conversation, for a lack of better words.

[color=b93bc2][i]"Mutiny? I hope he realizes the full import of what he's saying. What do you think, Kalina? How likely is it?"[/i][/color] Something told her that out of the Barghests, Mylo's daughter would be the one who knew him best.