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</div>He obviously wasn't into felines, which was fine by Red. She sat up and grinned at him. Interestingly enough humans are one of the few species, intelligent or otherwise, that regard showing the teeth as a sign of pleasure. Most carnivores use it as a warning -<i>Look, see all these sharp pointy things? </i>Like a lot of Mrinka, Red often wondered how the human race had survived to the space-age.<br/><br/>But this grin was intended more to convey the fact that she wasn't fooled.<br/><br/>"Sure, I can start a tab for ya." She put the pad and pen away and pulled her datapad out again. The bar's payment system was linked through the staff VPN, and she tapped in th the open Bar Tab menu. "Name to put the tab under?" She sniggered when he seemed to hesitate. "Doesn't have to be your own name, shugga! It's just so we won't get you mixed up with everyone else. Just a word you'll remember. Oh and I'll need your cred chip."