"Hmm?"  Turning his attention back to Ianthe, the black furred Goz turned his attention back to her.  Getting her drink, he sniffed once before giving her an answer.  "Ah, just got a weird scent from a woman earlier.  Don't worry to much about it."  The thought came to Ianthe's mind, gunpowder and blood.  Like her own it seemed, as the second thought was her own scent of sex and gunpowder.  "Anyway, i'm usually guarded during prime time.  My friend outside can usually get all the weapons from people, but every now and then a knife or some other small arm gets through."<br/><br/>Looking over her, he grinned.  "Hey, after my shift you want to go out and get something to eat?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>