They've left the deserted corridor, and are heading down the concourse the way they came.

"Right now, the question is whether that one we left back there is more scared of us or more angry. I'm betting on more scared, but you need to realize that it's our lives we're betting on it."

"If he tried something, we could handle it," Jenny stated firmly. "Two against one. He's learned his lesson. Dad would disapprove if we did anything more."

A short silence.

"That's very important to you, isn't it." Quiet, and understanding.

Jenny nods. "Yeah, it is."

"Mm."

Her tone's too mild -- warm, even -- for the question to sound pointed. "Where is your dad these days?"

Not that Jenny would notice in the first place. She likes talking about her father, likes it a lot.

"Travelling, I think," she responds, faltering slightly. "He doesn't know I'm still alive. At least... it's a little complicated. I've seen him twice in Milliways, but he's from further in the future than me."

"Ah," she says, in a comforting tone. "Well. Maybe someday he'll come back, and you can tell him about it."

Jenny smiled softly. "I hope so."

"After all, he's only been gone for ... how long?"

"It's not his fault," Jenny answered stubbornly. "He doesn't know I'm still alive."

"But you still care a lot about what he would think if did know."

Her tone's too gentle for that to sound like a criticism.

"Because he's my father."

It made sense, didn't it? But the look on Jenny's face seemed to indicate she wasn't too certain of that herself.

She sighs. It sounds ... disappointed.

"If you say so."

Jenny frowns, confused by that hint of disappointment. "What?"

She shakes her head. "Never mind, hon."

Jenny watches Cavilo from the corner of her mind, hesitant and confused. "Maybe it's time to go back to the ship."

"That's probably a good idea."

She glances up and down the corridor.

"First, though -- do you see a restroom anywhere?"

Jenny gave Cavilo yet another perplexed glance. "Why? There's one on the ship."

"Sure," she says easily, "but why use up our water if we don't have to? Besides," and her tone goes a little more firm, "sweet as your ship is, the restroom's a little cramped, and I'd like to take advantage of a bigger facility while we can."

Jenny nodded and grabbed for Cavilo's hand. "I think I saw one this way."

Cavilo lets her hand be grabbed; it's a grip she can break anytime she needs to. (And she doesn't need to.)



The public restrooms on Zav Station are pleasantly spacious, and well-kept; there's clearly a janitorial staff taking good care of them.

With any luck, Cavilo's not going to make their job a whole lot harder today.

"I won't be too long," she says, and slips into one of the stalls.

"Okay," Jenny replies as she leans against one of the water basins. Human biology still fascinates her on some degree. Specifically in how it differs from Gallifreyan. "I'll be over here."

Biology's not really why she's here.

It's just that having a door between them will lessen the risk of Jenny seeing what she's doing in time to stop her; and being in a restroom lessens the risk of anybody else seeing them.



Cavilo flushes the commode, opens the door, and fires the neural disruptor point-blank at Jenny's chest.

The flash of blue light crossed her vision before Jenny had a chance to really react. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Cavilo. Cavilo and the gun and ow. Ow, that hurt.

Clutching her chest like she had done the last time she had been shot, she collapsed on the ground.

"Lara?" she asked meekly as the world grew black around her.

She keeps the gun pointed for several seconds after Jenny's fallen, then steps forward and leans down to quickly check for a pulse.

Nothing. Which doesn't surprise her, but she hasn't survived this long by leaving enemies alive behind her.

A quick search of Jenny's pockets turns up a wad of various currencies, a wallet-looking thing with a piece of blank paper in it, a handful of knicknacks of no discernable purpose, a few pictures of Jenny and Bart, and the keys to the ship. The cash and keys go into her own pockets; everything else gets tossed aside. Jenny's gun gets clipped to her own belt.

She moves with the efficiency of long practice, and the whole process takes under three minutes. When she's done, Cavilo rises to her feet, glances down at Jenny's face, shakes her head once in amused contempt, and heads for the door.



About ten minutes later, the ship undocks from Zav Station and heads out into the black. Its sole occupant (and new de facto owner) may be whistling.

Things are looking up.