"Makes sense," said Cinnong while rubbing her chin. "Our ship is still intact except for the engines."
"But that's just an estimate," and Naomi seemed to still be unsure of what Fraya had told them. "It can't be said to be a truth."
"That's not the point," said Fraya. "But, to keep trying to get information, and hope to carry out the plan we have put together with Aios, the captain, and the others."
"Alright," Cinnong took a deep breath. "Maybe I can do a thing or two. To be sure, where are we going to get such a thing?"
"What about you?" Fraya asked Naomi. "Would you like to keep fighting for your own life, or forever be the slave laborers, and slaves of lust for those bastards here?"
"Fuck! Of course not!" Naomi smirked. "Alright, alright," she said with a shrug. "It doesn't matter to me. I'll come up with your idea."
"Good," said Fraya while touching Cinnong and Naomi's shoulders. "I'll let you know when the time is right."
