<span style="color: red">“If you’re trying to give me even more incentive to stay aboard ship, ma’m, you have succeeded, ”</span>He laughed, leaning back into the chair, more than happy to go along with the change in conversation. The only thing that kept her bright smile from disarming him completely was his niggling suspicion. Which still refused to be silenced, despite Covud's best efforts.<span style="color: red">“You are most gracious, thank you.”</span>Covud added respectfully, he couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of having a room chock full of liquor to drink and lho-sticks to smoke. Truly this was the lap of luxury.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">“Although,”</span>He began,<span style="color: red">“Will the gym in my Room have facilities for combat training? And what about a firing range? I have been somewhat desperate to practice my martial skills, have to keep my aim nice and sharp for... Well wherever we're going, ma'm.”</span>He explained truthfully. The old judge hadn’t been in a good fight for quite a while now, having been on the run for too long, he needed to get back into practice. Preferably with a live opponent to spar with, if it was possible.<br/><br/>Covud noticed the arrival of another woman, clutching some form of data-slate in her arms, on the bridge out of the corner of his remaining eye. He nodded curtly in her direction, acknowledging her presence. D’crux would surely introduce them after she answered his queries.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>