Her first instinct is to lunge for Pip, and she's glad she did, because he's just starting to squeal a warning. Didi dives for the stairs of the capsule, circling it and slapping the panel. The tube door slides shut, closing off the gunslinger and returning the interior of the cargo hold to mostly darkness.
In time? She can only hope so as she crouches on the far side with her wriggling crow in her arms, fingers holding his beak closed, while the sound of voices and stomping feet grow louder.
Pip writhes so hard she wrangles him sideways into her arms and half presses the button on his chest. He sags in her grasp, eyes locked on her. He can be as angry as he wants later, but for now his silence means their safety.
"Here it is, just like I said." That's Jackus, she knows his voice. Didi
