The fact that Ryan did not believe them made Kat more nervous than anything; she wondered if there was something he knew and they didnâ€™t. She watched every movement he made carefully, her final analysis reveling he was a bit nervous himself about something. Then again the man seemed to be a hard one to read and she didnâ€™t want to push him in any way. It was always the calm ones that were more dangerous than the ones who lashed out. But the way he offered her and Eric food and drink, there was no doubt that he was either nervous about something or he really was just being nice to them. If it was just the latter, then why was he being nice? As far as she was concerned they were nothing to himâ€¦ at least she was nothing to him, Kat reminded herself.<br/><br/>Kat didnâ€™t even touch the food though the mysterious alcohol did look somewhat appealing. Itâ€™s been quite some time since sheâ€™s had anything stronger than a beer, the thought was somewhat tempting, but being professional she declined that as well. Alone with two men and alcoholâ€¦ thinking back to her high school days that was not a good combination for her. She quickly placed the though aside and got back to business, opening her mouth to speak but was cut off when Ryan spoke.<br/><br/>â€œPrisoners? Oh, dear Eric, you and your friend are hardly my prisoners,â€ he said with a bit of a smile. â€œIf you want me to show you how I treat my prisoners, Iâ€™ll gladly show you, however I consider you simple trespasser who are sticking their nose where it doesnâ€™t belong, and hold valuable information. As Iâ€™ve said, Iâ€™m a lot more generous than my enemies.â€ The man didnâ€™t take his eyes off either of them. Kat found his gaze somewhat unnerving yet she was as calm as ever. Her hand did not move away from her gun and, likewise, her gaze did not move from where Ryan was or the door behind him. The man continued, â€œYou see, what interests me really is that youâ€™re from the Shalona fleet. Funny how I was told it had been disbanded by that bastard Thomas.â€<br/><br/>Kat raised an eyebrow, â€œActually, I was about to ask you about that myself.â€ Taking the leader role again, she shifted a bit in her seat and leaned forward slightly. â€œWhy is this Thomas so important to you?â€<br/><br/>She wasnâ€™t sure if it was wise to ask but again she only said it feeling it was the right thing to do at this moment. All she could focus on was finishing this conversation as quickly as possible so they could get the hell out of there and get back to the room. Kat was not trying to make the man lose his own focus since it was probably dangerous and would lead to either her or the both of them being dead. But at the same time, if he wanted some answers, maybe they could help each other out. It was probably a huge risk and sounded stupid but it was just another â€˜itâ€™s worth a shotâ€™ thing that came to her. She was still running on empty when it came to ideas.<br/><br/>â€œYou know,â€ Ryan replied, looking down for a brief moment â€œthat is actually a pretty good question. You see, when youâ€™re as successful as I am you quickly learn to enjoy what you have and leave what you canâ€™t have out of reach My father was a failure in that sense and always wanted moreâ€¦ the bastard even died with a haughty grin on his face.â€ He paused, choosing his words carefully, regaining his composure. Mentioning his father seemed to be a bitâ€¦ touchyâ€¦ but at the same time he seemed callous towards it. â€œGetting back on track, however, I will only tell you that nobody has heard from Thomas in about a week now. For your own safety, I suggest you forget about him.â€<br/><br/>Silently, Kat looked to Eric wondering if he also felt that this information as coming out almost too easily. Ryan had to be up to somethingâ€¦ but what?