Ianthe tried, not altogether successfully, to stifle a giggle at the good-natured quarrel between the pair of what were obviously old friends.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I don't think I'll be doing any drinking, or shooting,"</span>she assured him, but keyed her wrist-comp to transfer a 200-credit downpayment on the room.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"There. I'm not totally sure how long I'll be staying; will it be okay if I rent a night at a time?"</span>She paused for his answer, then asked,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Also, do you think you can tell me the fastest way from here to the Iron Maiden? I'm supposed to be meeting a friend there in a couple hours."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>