<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">(Atomic Blondes Post)</span><br/><br/>Quinn followed Dallas aboard, despite his pet name for her, his greeting seemed more normal to her than he did yesterday and most definitely less sleazy. This illusion however, was short living as he approached her for a second time once she was aboard and seated. Her eyes gazed over him and she was careful to make sure that her judgement of him wasn't read on her face like a book. While he had this amazing ability to disgust her she was also not some soft peace that couldn't handle themselves in such company.<br/><br/>Whether that was his plan, or if that was just truly who he was, Dallas did a great job of keeping up his grand persona. She wondered why he tried so hard, why did he feel the need to be so forward all the time...unless he had something to make up for. Her eyes wandered to the fingers of the girl as they played with his tie, noticing that everything was so detailed, down to the nail polish. These android women were a very easy solution to the sex trade, a man like him would of had her gagging over his forward crude behavior but when you're getting paid you bat your eye lashes and pretend like everything the client says is just gold. These women didn't need to suppress their gag reflex, they didn't have one...per say....they were perfectly modified to just enjoy everything that was thrown at them. While she knew, with everything that right in her head that it was disgusting, and that they were exploiting women without say before hand to get them to that point - part of her mind was in awe of his ability to eliminate the worst part of the trade, in a sense and the technology produced to do so. Had it been ten years earlier she may have been a willing candidate for such a procedure, if that was your life anyways why not erase any doubt in your mind to make it easier to deal with.<br/><br/>Her eyes examined the girl in front of her as her thoughts traveled through her head, she really wasn't interested in listen to Dallas drone on with his attempts to shock her, he should know better with her history. Her eyes moved back to Dallas finally and found his face again, catching onto the end of his speech about her going off to fuck some men in the back, or himself. Just as he finished and was clearly heading off to have his own fun, she turned in her chair, looking over her shoulder and down the aisle at him, "Hey Dallas...." She called and waited for him to turn and look at her, "I'm really not into red heads, so you're going to have to get over me sweetheart".