[ Having made her way back to the Moira from carrying out her role as part of the negotiation team, Tex knows there is quite a battle raging on both ships. Unable to transfer herself to her robot body (she doesn't want to leave the human body unguarded), she mostly takes it upon herself to keep an eye out for noncombatants and ushers them to safety. She exits one such person's quarters and makes her way into the main area of the ship, only to see Wash struggling his way along, trying to ward off an enemy that's approaching far too quickly. Tex knows what kind of condition he's in—far too well. She's still upset with him, still doesn't want Wash to think of himself as someone who's close to her simply by dint of what he knows about her, but she doesn't wish for him to die, especially not under these sorts of circumstances.
She comes in at an angle, then, her typical silent efficient self, firing a round from her machine pistol into the enemy's neck, then into his torso as she continues her approach. A swift kick to the head finishes incapacitating the Caducean and she turns to face Wash. ]
Get the hell back to your room.
[ She pauses enough to glance both ways, keeping an eye out for more enemies, before gesturing him on. She'll guard him until he manages to hole up somewhere safer. ]
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She comes in at an angle, then, her typical silent efficient self, firing a round from her machine pistol into the enemy's neck, then into his torso as she continues her approach. A swift kick to the head finishes incapacitating the Caducean and she turns to face Wash. ]
Get the hell back to your room.
[ She pauses enough to glance both ways, keeping an eye out for more enemies, before gesturing him on. She'll guard him until he manages to hole up somewhere safer. ]