Ali smirked, So much for valid intel then, she thought as Riley revealed how wrong G.R.I.M. had been about the situation on Nar Shaddaa. She followed the young woman to an armory room, one deceptively large for the size of the facility itself. Ali watched Riley don her own numbered armor, wondering how long it had been since the girl had used it. Ali merely stood by and watched as Riley spoke, smiling vaguely at the remark of appreciation as she thought about other things. After the girl was ready, Ali put a gentle hand up and frowned. "I'm sorry, I understand the situation here is...untenable at best, but my task was to gather information, not assist in urban combat between rival gang forces." Ali rubbed her hand over her opposite wrist, she was feeling somewhat nervous. It was true, however. Jumping into the middle of a fight was Ali's best way of losing her position, and she had no intention of letting that happen for a small group of people she didn't even know. I don't even know if they're good, she thought suddenly, realising she hadn't been able to really get to know these people yet. "I'm fine waiting to be released, but as far as this fight is concerned, it's not mine."
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