You just keep staring at him in silence.

Taking your silence as consent, he picks you up and carries you into the shuttle, physically tearing your armored clothing off you piece by piece in the process. Normally it's hard to tear, but to him, it's as fragile as tissue paper.

You don't speak or even move while he strips you down, leaving you exposed before two strangers. Even you're not sure if you've resigned yourself to this, or if you're biding your time for the right opportunity.

After about a minute, he places you gently down on the ground, chest pressed against the cold metal of the shuttle, making you shudder.

"Remember the deal, girl. Don't do anything stupid."

He pauses for a beat, before detaching the magcuffs from your ankles. At the same time, you hear a zipper from behind him.