Ianthe grinned at his quip about her being dangerous, especially as she was retrieving her gunbelt and weapons. Under normal circumstances in a place like this, she would have been tempted to strap blade and guns back on in silence, to reinforce the observation. But having sensed a bit of the Goz's better nature, she felt compelled to reassure him.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I try to be dangerous only when I'm being paid for it,"</span>she answered him, light-toned.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"And I already finished the job I came here to do, so you're definitely safe."</span><br/><br/>She joined him in a farewell wave to the Zax bouncer before gathering in a last breath of the cooler air inside the bar and following her companion outside. Her smile grew increasingly bemused as they closed in on the MT, and she tipped her head to one side as she eyed the thing.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Well, this is certainly more rugged than a regular car..."</span>she began, only to dissolve into delighted laughter when he opened the door to reveal the comfortable interior. She hopped into the front seat next to the driver's position unreservedly.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Few hours ago a Camarian terrorist was threatening to turn me into her sex-slave. Now I'm getting taken out for a nice drive and dinner by a gentleman."</span>She gave him another grin, to let him know that if she was over-complimenting him, it wasn't meant as sarcasm.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Definitely an upgrade."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>