Lucky, feeling a slight buzz from the whiskey, spilled all of the gory details of her time in Las Vegas. When she was done, there was silence. Loud silence. She wondered what they were thinking. Did they think she was a monster? She couldn't imagine that they would hold it against her, what else could she have done? Just scared them and run? No, the guards had been armed, had even fired a shot at Nyah. Any hesitation on her part might have allowed time for someone to call for more armed guards. For all she knew, everyone there had weapons. It wasn't like she had wiped out a room full of law abiding citizens. They were selling her as the prize at a poker game, assuming she was the broken, compliant girl she had been before Nyah came to her. They tortured her. Surely what she had done was in self defense.
Wasn't it?
