The data pad continued to elude  her, although by tinkering around with it she realied that it wasn't a hologram projector, it was some sort of psionic booster.  With time, or to pay, Ianthe could likely get an understanding of how to use it.<br/><br/>"No problem."  Came the response on the other side of the door.  His thoughts were laid back, and while he had designs on her, overall he was a bit tired and hungry himself.  After all, after a full night of slinging drinks to desperate naer do wells might do that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>