Ianthe couldn't help but giggle.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Well,"</span>she pointed out reasonably,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"as nice as the rooms are, you're not exactly running the kind of five-star can't-miss luxury destination for heiresses, actresses, and supermodels. Still, though, there have to be <i>some</i> nice girls on this planet."</span>She paused a beat.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Right?"</span><br/><br/>She thought nothing of the length of the drive -- he'd told her repeatedly that it would take a bit to get where they were headed, after all -- but couldn't manage to sit in companionable silence.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"This is pretty nice, you know,"</span>she commented as she ran a hand over the stripped-down dashboard.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I mean, it's a tank, right? But short of one of those armored limos it's probably the most secure thing on the planet, and runs pretty smooth."</span>She flashed him another bright smile.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Just need to get some interior work done. Add some seat cushions and wood paneling. So where's this place we're headed? Tell me about it?"</span>She was finding Cat's company a perfect counterpoint to Vladsti's lascivious attentions from earlier: where the Grey just wanted sex, the Goz, for all that she'd sensed from him a hint of lust, nevertheless appeared genuinely interested in her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>