Kaya Wilden
Kaya didn’t seem particularly surprised by the question. Not pleased by it, but certainly not surprised. Still, before she addressed it, she wanted to set one thing straight. “You’ve got something backward: I was jammed before I locked weapons. The latter was a reaction to the former, not the other way around. I don’t care what you’ve been told, but I have my ship logs to prove it if necessary.” And considering that it was the only thing that propped her entire position, she wasn’t going to say anything else… Especially since it was perfectly true…and kinda important!
“Now, as to your question.” She briefly hesitated. “I’d say there are bound to be a lot of people that would match those criterion, and considering that anyone on my ship is navy,” or employed by the navy at any rate… “that would seriously complicate matters as I just can’t simply agree to anything about them just like that. Bad precedent and all that.” Maybe? There had to be something like that, right? Clearly, she was no lawyer and wayyyyy beyond her field of expertise.
“Now,” she added with barely a pause, “even if - hypothetically - those two had been my people, there wouldn’t be much that I could tell you. If they were my people…” Fuck it, she wasn’t deceiving anyone and it was getting extremely annoying on top of that. “One of the local corporations apparently took upon itself to detain a bunch of people, including one of mine. My nurse, not a commando or anything.” Even if it had been pretty much what she had been doing down there.
“My security chief took exception to that and went to get her back, while they decided for some brain-dead reason I cannot fathom that they ought to jam nearby space…including my ship.”