[ she wakes up in a coffin.

or, at least, that's what it feels like -- confused, confined, constricted. and it only takes a moment for inej to immediately lift her knees, and push to open the pod. there's a jolt of nerves that shoots through her being, electrified, as the cover of the pod does not immediately move . . . and she's on the verge of screaming for help when the pod finally unlocks with a hiss.

she is out of it almost immediately, landing on the floor as gracefully as one can manage falling out of a pod. without much more of a word, or taking care to notice if anyone else is in the room with her, inej has a knife in her hand and is heading for the door. she has to find kaz, she has to find kaz, she has to find --

but then, the door won't open.

inej ghafa is powerful, a trained warrior, but she is not physically strong. and nothing is more apparent when a four-foot-eleven lithe acrobat attempts to open a door that just will not budge. ]

-- damn it --

[ please help her. ]

[ inej has spent quite a lot of her time just . . . wandering. coming from a world without much technology like this at all, this is a bit staggering to her. and she soon finds herself by the observatory window, her mouth hanging slightly ajar at the wide expanse of space before her. the twinkling of the stars, the . . . the beauty of it all.

she feels very . . . small. ]

Saints...

[ it's whispered to herself, as she presses a palm against the window, stepping as close as she can, to get a better view. ]

I had no idea it was so . . . big.

[ after a few days of wandering around the ship, inej has decided that she wants to go a bit further in. she's heard word of these locked doors, and, well. try as she might to argue otherwise, there's no better pair to break into a locked door than kaz brekker and inej ghafa, the best thieves in the barrel.

curiosity, indeed, killed the cat.

so she finds him, arriving at his side somewhere in the lounge out of seemingly nowhere (though, inej realizes, kaz knows she's coming, and it isn't a surprise to him that she's lingering nearby), easily settling down on the couch next to him with a discovered notebook in her hand, along with a few of these bizarre star-tokens that apparently count as coin. ]

You have not asked me if we are going to investigate the locked doors.

[ she tucks her legs underneath her easily, looking over at him, curious, letting the token run across her fingers before offering it to him, to look at himself, if he wants to see it. ]

Why?