Mia swallowed but nodded, quickly doing as he said. She did her best to hide it but her hands were shaking a little as she handed over the cuffs. The more she kind of realized the situation, especially when he named the man 'Sharpe', the more she realized just how close to dying she'd really gotten.

Sharpe was shoved in to the wall and he looked at Mia simply as Balthier cuffed him. He smiled a little at her, almost sweet, but his eyes were full of a wildness. He was pulled back. "You're coming with us Sharpe."
"Am I now. What do you plan to do with me Captain?"
Balthier pushed him forward. Sharpe shook his head. To think that the man actually thought only a pair of handcuffs would do the job. He wouldn't be going along with it if he didn't want out of this shit hole.

Mia swallowed again, quietly following them down the street. She still... needed that part... but maybe she'd come back for it later. With someone.

The captain turned to her. "We'll come down together later and get that part." He said. "Once we get Sharpe in a proper cell." He murmured.
Sharpe rolled his eyes at the naivete of these people.

Mia glanced up at him and nodded. "Yeah okay," she murmured quietly. She pushed her hands into her jacket pockets as they walked along, trying to just focus on getting back to the ship.

By the time the Captain got Sharpe in to the small ship brig, it was already way late in to the night.
Balthier moved over to her. "Are you okay?" he asked slowly. He put a hand on her shoulder for good measure. "Tell me what happened."

Mia looked up to him and swallowed a bit. "I was just walking to my contact," she said quietly, pushing a hand through her hair. "And there was a scream and I looked over and he had... stabbed some guy... I tried to just walk away but he grabbed me..."

Balthier sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "When I heard you were going to Lower LV, I really shouldn't have let you go alone. I shouldn't have gone alone either." He looked toward the door that led to the brig-room. "We'll find the part in the morning. Get some rest."

Mia licked her lips a little and nodded. "Yeah okay," she said quietly. "Thanks." She stepped back and started down the hall to her tiny room.

Sharpe lay in his bed and got comfortable. He had to admit, having a bed in a dry place was a luxury compared to the sweaty cots that the inns in JV lent out. And he had even gotten fed too! Right now he'd bide his time, get to a place he wanted and make his escape.
Easy as that.

Mia slipped to the locker rooms after a little while and took a shower. She couldn't get the feel of that man's hand around her neck to go away. She turned the water as hot as it would go and stood there, watching her skin turn pink.
Then she finally got out, drying off and heading back to her room. She pulled on the military issue tank top and shorts she usually slept in and slowly got into bed. She wasn't exactly tired, but the hot water had drained her will to stay up, and she drifted off quickly in her small bed, pressed up tight against the wall.

Balthier made sure his crew was set to fly and as soon as they got that part, they would be on their way. He didn't think the part Mia wanted was necessary, but if he didn't humor her, she was a very cranky pilot. He managed to get the credits to pay for it, and he found the holes in the budget, which he was thankful for. It was early in the morning, but he was eager to get out and get moving to get that part. He'd have to deal with Sharpe later.

Mia got up and wandered into the mess hall early that morning, dressed nicely like usual, but she looked exhausted. She went straight for the coffee and got two cups of it, sitting down with nothing to eat.

Balthier sat down with her and put his hands on the table. "Ready to get the part when you are." He said simply with a smile. "Radchec is coming with us for security. Don't want to run in to any more billion-dollar bounties."

Mia glanced up at him and slowly nodded. "Okay," she said quietly, licking her lips. She started on her coffee, trying to drink it quickly for him, since she knew he was waiting. "He's really... worth a billion dollars?"