The ice in the glass made more noise than usual when Maggie poured herself a drink of a crystal clear liquid. It wasn’t like her hands were shaking, she just wasn’t paying enough attention on the action. What the hell had happened in the elevator? Why was the girl still here? She should’ve just left her at the door, or the front yard, but no, Maggie just<i>had to</i>see it through. Playing unshakable was all fun and games as long as she wasn’t actually shaken.<i>Fuck.</i>Maggie put the wide glass back down on the smooth stone counter so the rocks in it would stop rattling. Yes, fine, her hands<i>were</i>shaking, but she sure as hell wouldn’t let Cain notice. The blue-haired punk was right there on the other side of the counter, in the living room, where a large glass coffee table was surrounded by three black leather couches, positioned for a view of a wall-sized 3D monitor that had been set to appear as a window facing out of the station. A simple trick with cameras made the several feet thick metal hull disappear and it was as if the room was right there among the stars at the edge of the galaxy.<br/><br/>Still with her heels on, Maggie walked around the counter and made it to one of the couches, where she sat down and put the unlabeled bottle on the coffee table along with a glass for Cain, filled with nothing but a few cubes of ice. The girl would have to pour the drink herself, which on one hand meant that Maggie didn’t care enough to do it for her, and on the other that she also didn’t really care how much of it would get poured.<br/><br/>“Let’s talk,” Maggie said and somehow with the tone of her voice made it sound like a formal introduction to a business meeting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>