[ Powder’s body language shifts, and Vi smiles a little to herself at that mild win. Then her eyes catch on her braids rustling in an unseen breeze. Where is there a breeze in a sealed off haul? Her eyes flick upwards to the vents in the ceiling, but she can’t feel air pumping out of them and she’s taller than Powder… so, where—

The sound of her cabin door opening distracts her from that line of thought. Powder is hesitating and Vi curses when she remembers the state of her room. ]

Yeah, sorry. Don’t worry about the mess, it’s from my fist. I just haven’t had time to clean it up. It’s all mine.

[ She thinks the blood smears against the wall is what has given Powder pause. As quietly as she can manage, Vi jogs the rest of the distance until she’s right up against Powder’s elbow. She takes two fingers and gently presses against her sister’s arm to encourage her inside. But Vi is tense. She definitely remembers how fast Powder moves now. How easily she got the drop of her when she was least expecting it. She has to be ready for violence, it seems like the inevitable of their family now. ]

C’mon, Pow-pow. Bet a place this fancy has huge ship rats ready to bite idle ankles.

[ Maybe that will cheer her up. If Vi’s memory serves correctly, Powder always had a love for mice and furry critters. ]