Ianthe continued to sip coffee and make small talk by way of concealing this mental conversation.<span style="color: mediumturquoise"><i>Is there anybody else who benefits if the Syndicate and the Pirate Queen go to war, here?</i></span>The background information that the bartender was providing, while limited, was still useful in giving her a clearer picture of the situation.<span style="color: mediumturquoise"><i>And... if you think of anything, or see anything that might be a clue as to who was responsible for the bombing, will you contact me?</i></span><br/><br/>Finally she reached the bottom of her cup, and pushed it, empty, back across the bar with a smile and a generous tip.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Thanks,"</span>she said brightly, and got to her feet. She was<i>not</i>relishing a conversation with her Grey driver, but figured there was no sense delaying the inevitable, so keyed his number into her wrist computer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>