Sev watched with amusement as the pretty cyborg grabbed the flask and took a swig, then coughed as the raw alcohol burned down an unprepared throat. Clearly, from the way her skin flushed and her eyes watered, she was much more human than machine. “I wish I could offer you something tailored to a more sophisticated palate,” he said, rising. “Sadly, I find myself temporarily bereft.”<br/><br/>She didn’t seem impressed. “So, are you meeting with Ghoutta to arrange the deal, or will Captain Kameron be handling that?"<br/><br/>“I’m afraid I do not know,” he admitted. “The root of the scheme is mine, certainly. However, I am a newcomer to this gathering of Furies and would be forced to acknowledge his wisdom and admirable caution if he did not trust me completely.”  He lifted an eyebrow. “I certainly wouldn’t, were our positions reversed.”<br/><br/>After a moment, he offered an apologetic smile and a half-bow, carefully favoring his still-healing abdomen. “But where are my manners?  I am  Sevastian Seegovia, the Baronet Organa-Nahal.  Have we met before? I fear I don’t recall such a delight, but your face is most familiar.”