Hopefully she isn't feeling trigger happy

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Holly was treating this place like an especially dangerous Goblin black market bust. She walked quickly but quietly, constantly looking over her shoulder, hand on her gun. Really, the ship wasn't that different from Haven. Same small, narrow tunnels, same artificial lighting. But Haven was a bustling, living city. The ship felt... dead. Not to mention it was making her claustrophobia creep back into her mind ever so slightly.

But claustrophobia or no, she wanted answers. So she was slinking about the corridors, looking for anything out of place, anything or anyone weird and worth investigating. As if there was anything around here that wasn't weird.