Priscilla took Drinian's hands; while he tried to politely pull away, she insisted.  "Drinian; you know, Captain Pickering used me for all his depraved mind's fantasies.  But you are different."<br/><br/>"You know" Drinian said, "If Amora were here, we could all be really good friends.  I mean ..."<br/><br/>But Priscilla was persistent.  "We have a couple of days to think how we can work through this.  Don't you think, you know ... we could think about what it is like to be together?  You doubt me?"<br/><br/>Drinian was having trouble thinking; she obviously was very lonely and were he and Amora at a place of safety and security, he would be sure they could be great friends.  But right now, it was very difficult to plan for the future.  He didn't want to be rude but ...<br/><br/>"I betcha you don't think I could do much for you."<br/><br/>Drinian wryly uttered, "Well, it would be nice if I had some sort of weapon right now."<br/><br/>Priscilla looked very deeply into Drinian's eyes.  She flipped her dress up and down quickly and winked; "I have weapons all right" she stated.  "Come here, pretend you are hugging me."  Suddenly, and very oddly - Priscilla began shouting outloud:  "Oh Lord Drinian ... I've never felt THAT before" and other "sensual" sounds.  Suddenly, the door to the room opened and a random sailor walked in; Priscilla invited him closer to her.  She kissed him ...<br/><br/>For a moment, Drinian was the third wheel as the sailor pushed him away.  Just as the sailor was about to take Priscilla out of the room, the sailor fell slain to the ground.  Priscilla had grabbed the dagger she had stolen during her flirtatious time, used the sailor's knees to wipe off the blood, and then threw the weapon at Drinian.  "Your wish is my command, Drinian."<br/><br/>Drinian looked down; in great surprise, and with eyes wide open, he said in complete shock: "Look what you've done!"