"I never would have suspected. Well. I'll need a bit of insurance!"
He jabbed the gun at her. Without thinking, she threw her hands up and pressed against the window. Her hat tipped forward, somewhat obscuring her face.
"You don't look like much of an assassin."
"I'm... I'm not! I'm not even armed!"
"Turn around."
She'd hardly taken a step to comply when he grabbed her by the arm and spun her away from him, twisting her arm behind as she went. He stepped in so close he trod her skirts.
Urcea didn't struggle or cry out. Her mind was working furiously. Who on the flight could be important enough to... Who...
She said, "Who are you? If my escort misses me you're as good as dead!"