His vision clearing, a small dot appeared to float lazily before blinking red then blue and stopping over the figure as they emerged. No sooner had the whispers started then the glowing spec begin to write the letters spelling the woman's title; the dull bluish-black of the burn on his retina quickly being fixed after a few seconds.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">A fairy?</span><br/><span style="color: #400000">You may call it that.</span><br/><span style="color: #000000">What do <span style="font-style: italic">you</span> call it?</span><br/><span style="color: #400000">Judas...I can only really see it when the others quiet down.</span><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">*The doctor swirls his drink, looking through the liquid with a smile that almost seemed at peace. Familiarity, unlike intoxication. It is believed his 'friend' may be a single rogue nanobot (if it could be called that) with weak links to the rest of the network. Tests concerning the recollection of lost memory through such methods have proven inconclusive...as this is the seventh time he's used the same cryptic explanation*</span></span><br/><br/>Niko took another softer drag of his death stick as the noise from Firebird picked up, Judas writing small notes from the ship's passenger manifest before stuttering and then going dim, apparently unaware of any of the woman's titles appearing on the list. "Helpful..." He mused, relaxing his tension on the slide trigger  and merely leaning on the railing to watch as ---<br/><br/>(I presume something happens besides 'action')