The slight metallic smell of blood turns Brynn's stomach, but only momentarily.
Something feels wrong here.
She looks to the captive and says,
"That may be true but our concern is not what you plan to do, it is what you've done already. In this case a robbery."
She looks to the Captain, uncertain of his intentions, and squats in front of the thief, grasping his hand firmly.
Brynn finds herself unable to shake the unease settling in the pit of her stomach.