Why did no one answer her?<br/><br/>Didn't they know who she was? She was Princess Tiara 'Precious' Snowflake, daughter of Roland, King of the Druids! Did these peasants not<i> recognise </i>her? They should be clamouring to provide her this service and, frankly, they should be paying her. But, she knew better than that, her sister Vespa had taught her that these common people were absolutely dreadful. After all, Vespa's husband Lone Starr was previously some kind of space-scum and for all that he'd found that he was a prince, he was still rather rough around the edges.<br/><br/>As always, she felt a slight flush of colour grace her ivory cheeks as she thought of her brother-in-law. Why had she thought of him and the word<i>rough </i>in the same sentence, she wondered? It was a recipe for disaster and Precious never cooked. Still, Lone Starr had taught her a lot about what sort of foul-mouthed, slack-jawed, arse-scratching space-scum she was likely to meet and so, when she heard a voice speaking, Precious turned to look at him expecting the worse.<br/><br/>Which was<i>not </i>what she got.<br/><br/>Her eyes travelled over him and flicked back to meet his gaze in an instant and Precious' lifetime of boring teachers telling her boring things about how to behave in a boring manner during boring functions (all under the guise of 'etiquette', but she wasn't fooled) kicked in. "You have a vessel?" She managed to sound doubtful and scornful all in those four words, and she gazed down her perfect nose at him.<br/><br/>"I am Princess Tiara. You may address me as 'Your Highness'. Very well. Come."<br/><br/>Turning, she flounced towards the door of the<i>Comatose Binary</i>. It had to be said, for a woman who was dishevelled and whose hair was in a mess, whose dress was scorched and torn in a few places, she flounced well. If one could bottle smug superiority, then it would have the name 'Eau de Precious' and she knew it. Her plan was out of the door, into the main bar, and not looking back. There, waiting on the inside of the door, was a 'droid. The gleaming golden female-shaped droid was guarding the most spectacular set of matched 'Boobie Volton" luggage known to man or beast. Precious gestured to it, turning to look at him again. "It's the two of us and my luggage and no questions asked. I need to avoid any... oh! Oh! They've found me!"<br/><br/>There, up ahead and making their way through the crowds in the<i>Comatose Binary </i>were some very unpleasant-looking people. One of them pointed and shouted "There she is!" Was he pointing at Precious? Maybe? Who really knew? However, as the men who had entered started to pull out their phase-her rifles, Precious turned to him and said, desperately. "Hide me! Save me! Oh do SOMETHING!"