<i>My, but these warmbloods are... hot-blooded.</i><br/><br/>Trixie hadn't missed the look of exasperation on the commando's face- just like she hadn't missed the lustful looks he'd thrown towards the Goz girl, or the completely un-welcoming glance she'd earned from said Goz with just a single brush of her tail. Not that the looks weren't warranted, to an extent- some races were just uptight when it came to their... appetites, and some individuals were even more uptight than that. Couple that with the red-skinned Reptilian's openly libidinous nature and her love for teasing people, and you were bound to find some social circles where she didn't click right away. Not that it mattered- in her line of work, that easily-projected libido often came in quite handy.<br/><br/>Still, she imagined it would be quite nice if Mr. Commando or Miss Kitty smiled once in a while. Maybe she could send some Telekinetic tickling their way, lighten them up...<br/><br/>The thought was cut short with two bursts of motion- the arrival of a new woman into their midst, and the sudden violent outburst from their employer.<br/><br/><i>Looks like he's not too cool himself...</i><br/><br/>The smirk never left Trixie's face as she listened to the Commander's synopsis of the mission, though she did send Darion a quick wink at the mention of the brothel. Once the commander was done, the Infiltrator raised her hand.<br/><br/>"I have a question, actually. I don't suppose you have an estimate of how many troops boarded the queen's ship, based on the number of cancer-ships?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>