"Your passengers?!" Penk spits, lips thin with anger. She can hardly believe the arrogance of Rowe, who she thought was plenty arrogant before. "You thieving bitch, they're ours!"

She's furious, but Penk isn't stupid. She grinds her teeth. "Peuce..."

Peuce is clearly a priority.

Penk slaps the back of her hand against Greene's chest. "We're leaving."

She gives Rowe a hateful stare.

"But don't worry, we'll be back."