That was one of the qualities that R2S not only admired about her, but also adored. Mia Yoww gave way better than she took. But she was also wise enough to know when she had nothing, and that no counter would be forthcoming. Such was the case about Tiara’s questionable bag. After the Princess had matched her unfriendly stare, the Khajiit was well aware that she had nothing to do with the “hot” bag. She didn’t blame Rex for that, cuz it<i>did</i>look like all of the others, and she woulda probably done the same as him. Only a snooty Royal would be able to discern the difference.<br/><br/>Apparently, truculent Tiara was not a fan of Mia’s barrel rolls during the cat’s affectionate impression of Maverick. The screaming from behind the pilot and co-pilot soundly confirmed this. She did manage, however, to sneak in an inquiry as to where the Khajiit learned to fly. Mia did indeed hear her question, especially with her superior kitty hearing, but chose to let it slide by without an answer.<br/><br/>More laser shots made contact with The Def Leppard, while its shields deftly deflected them all. The space vehicle, however, still jolted in protest every now and then.<br/><br/>Confession time, it seemed, had befallen upon the pugnacious Princess. Did she really think they were gonna die? Mia and Rex traded brief glances and smirks. Though neither truly enjoyed Tiara’s reference to them as “a scabby-looking cat-thing” nor “a greasy space-dog.” He had to admit that for a pouty Princess, she sure had her insults down pat.<br/><br/>They heard it all, of course. Oh, yes indeed, they did. “Well, no wonder you’ve never kissed a boy. I mean, how could you? Does that mouth do anything but yap?” From the corner of his eye, he could tell Mia was looking at him with a tilted head. Now what? he thought. From the corner of his eye obviously missed the shit-eating grin plastered on her face.<br/><br/>“Y’know you just said all that out loud, right?” Mia asked. “Not loud enough for sugar britches to hear, especially with her fucking screaming like a slasher-flick chick. But I heard it.” She smugly tapped an ear and then stretched like only a cat could, basking in her perceived glory. “Gonna listen in, even from our bedroom, to find out if she plays with herself at night.”<br/><br/>“What?!” Rex asked, somewhat alarmed.<br/><br/>“You heard her,” Mia retorted. “Said she’d never even kissed a boy. And I dunno about you, hot pants, but if she ain’t never kissed a boy, you can bet your bottom space credit that she ain’t screwed one either.” Rex frowned, wondering why in the hell did that matter to his long-time colleague, and sometime lover. Of course, being a card-carrying member of the cat family, her being his lover only happened when<i>she </i>wanted it. Which was okay with him. He’d always get his jollies from someone else, anyway.<br/><br/>R2S kept stealing peeks at Tiara and her ‘droid. The latter looked like she was in<i>comfort mode</i>, or at least attempting to talk some sense into the Royal’s thick skull. Too late. Tiara’s head lolled in whichever direction Mia steered the bus. Clearly not a fan of vehicle barrel rolling. Even better was the fact that her screaming stopped. Finally, Mia had had enough.<br/><br/>“Besides money, what’s she got that I ain’t got?” Mia asked, throwing some bait out there to see if he’d nibble. Then her eyes narrowed, and she challenged, “Go on and say it, Rex. I dare ya. I double and quadruple (what happened to triple?) dare ya.” A creased brow greeted her, so the Khajiit decided to complete her thought. “Might it be pussy?” Mia asked, with a blatantly false innocence. “Cuz guess what?! Not only do I<i>HAVE </i>one, but I<i>AM </i>one! Suck on that Popsicle, why don’tcha.” She laughed and purred at her own joke and insult.<br/><br/>“C’mon, Mia, y’know it ain’t like that,” he protested.<br/><br/>“Do I? You’ve looked at her so much ever since she’s been on board, I’m surprised she’s still wearing any clothes,” the Khajiit accused. Not looking for an argument, Rex just sighed and stared into space.<i>Outer</i>space, that is. Monumental mistake. “And don’t you sigh like that to me, mate!” Mia spat, clearly on a head-hunting mission. “And I just<i>know </i>you’re rolling your eyes, too!” Rex stopped his eye roll.<br/><br/>“Look, we’re taking her annoying baggage and her boob bags and ‘droid to Flibbertigibbet and then we’ll be on our merry way,” Rex explained.<br/><br/>“Okay,” Mia replied. “But somewhere along the way, I’d love it if some "vile little space-dog" managed to pop her cherry. Just make sure I get to watch, eh?”<br/><br/>Rex grinned stupidly at her, while Mia winked impishly at him.<br/><br/>The Def Leppard remained blissfully peaceful as it hurtled toward its destination, Pizza The Hut’s thugs having been easily evaded. The Khajiit’s piloting skills were grossly underrated. Now that their space bus was back to steady as she goes, he removed himself from the co-pilot’s chair and strode toward Tiara and Tea-Tree. Following the press of one button, he removed the<i>Sparco </i>five-point seat harness that securely held the passed out Princess in place. Rex did the same for her ‘droid, and then returned to his own seat. While Mia Yoww searched through their database for an appropriate mix of songs, R2S mourned the fact that the tranquility was nearing its end.