Kira crossed to the door, a distance of only two steps, as she grabbed the door handle. "I'll take my chances."
She shut it in his face before he could argue further.
Kira grinned and patted the door. "That was way more satisfying than it should have been."
She faced the room. "Now, then, let's take care of that other matter, shall we?"
She lifted the bag and threw it toward the bed, not bothering to be gentle.
It lay there as she folded her arms across her chest and frowned. "Are you really going to make me do this?"
There was no answer—not that she'd really expected one. She shrugged. "You never were good at making things easy on me."
That was fine. It was more fun this way.
A knock came before she could deal with the problem on the bed.
"Come in," she called.
Somehow, she wasn't surprised when the door opened to reveal Raider, Finn standing over his shoulder, scowling.
Raider sauntered in like he owned the place. His hair was damp, evidence of a shower, and he'd taken the time to change.
"Where did you get a shower?" Kira asked.
She hadn't seen any door leading to a bathroom in the brief glimpse she'd gotten of his room.
He indicated a plain part of the wall, before touching a small indentation. The stone façade disappeared as a doorway took its place.
"Huh, guess they really don't like doors in this place," Kira said.
It made her wonder if there were other hidden doorways around.
"Blue's the one who found it and then showed me," he said.
Somehow that didn't surprise Kira. Of all the Curs, Blue adapted the quickest, and her always restless mind had no trouble ferreting out secrets.
"It's good you're here. Maybe you can help me with something."
Raider raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
She jerked her chin at the bed. Understanding settled on his face.
"When did you find out?" he asked.
She lifted a shoulder. "Does it matter?"
"I suppose not."
She let him see her irritation, not that it bothered him if his amusement was anything to judge by.
"Don't blame me. This wasn't my idea," he told her.
"You helped. This is your problem too." She pointed to the bag.
His gaze was unrepentant as Kira scowled.
Her shoulders relaxed as she nodded at the thin rod at his hip. She made a “give me motion” with her hands. With a sigh, he unclipped the rod and flicked his wrist, the asp baton unfolding to the length of Kira's forearm.
