Close quarters combat.  Well that explained Aiayla’s arm.  That thing would definitely be a big help in close quarters combat.  But her own description made her sound more like a bar-room brawler over a trained… well much of anything.  Definitely a good distraction to get into better positions.  Hopefully she didn't only rely on that arm for a fight, bringing that to a gunfight would not end well.<br/><br/>Ok, he had only known her for less than 5 minutes, and he could already tell the Reptilian girl just seemed to radiate desire for sex.  He couldn't help but reach up and return his fingers to the bridge of his nose again.  This woman would probably be a pain in the middle of a job; Even if her self proclaimed skill to ‘get into places where she wasn't wanted’ could be useful.  Though hearing that made his first thought about her be<span style="color: seagreen"><i>‘Thief’</i></span>.  He replied, pulling his fingers away from his face to tap them lightly on the table.<span style="color: seagreen">“Oh yes, I would agree, you have a skill for making that ogling be a hindrance to everyone else.”</span><br/><br/>The look that he saw the Goz Hybrid give Trixi made him thing that she must have done something.  No hate, but not appearing to like it either.  He wandered what was on her mind.  Though while he waited for the next person to say something or continue on, though now that he was not running his eyes over everyone he looked across the table at the hybrid.  He had to admit; he couldn’t help but admire her choice of clothing.  His luck that he had chosen the seat with the best view of her.  It was his actual first time admiring one of the women over evaluating their threat at first glance.  Too bad he didn’t have a camera.  He let his eyes linger a bit before moving them away from her chest, and up to her face when she spoke.  He didn’t let any of his thoughts while admiring her chest show on his face, keeping a mostly bland expression.<br/><br/>Ok, her first comment, Darion couldn’t help but let out a little bark of laughter shortly, showing he agreed.<span style="color: seagreen">“Only she would take advantage of that bedroom, at the robot’s expense most likely.”</span>He voiced his agreement before falling silent and putting the bland look on his face again.  he couldn't miss the glances from many of the women at Toi.  What was the fascination with pretty boys?  he had never understood that.<br/><br/>Shoot and hide?  Good description of what most soldiers were taught.  It worked.  Though the grin he saw on her lips as he watched her made him definitely agree with his first assessment of her on first seeing her.  She could be dangerous.<br/><br/>The way she spoke, and that Accent, Darion was sure this hybrid was not from most alliance space.  Sounded a bit like some pirates he had heard from certain sectors.<span style="color: seagreen">“Tech?  Good, and here I was afraid it was starting to sound like we were going to all be gunners of one shape or form, and no one able to get us through any locked doors.”</span>And honestly, even if he had his best flat tone, he was actually glad to hear someone was a tech person.  Any job could be hard without a tech specialist, he should know.<span style="color: seagreen"><i>‘Dones.  You don’t say.  Kinda obvious there.’</i></span>As he thought that, he looked up at the two hovering above her.<br/><br/>He hadn't seen any proof that there were any psychics here yet, though after hearing most of their names, he thought he probably should be trying to block against mind readers.  He kicked himself for a moment for not thinking of that sooner.  And he had been trained to be prepared for things like that… so many women around had distracted him a bit.   After a moment he began playing cards in his head, poker to be exact, and imagining what some of the women would look like naked or without a piece of clothing each time his hand was bad against himself.  It wouldn't stop a psychic from reading his thoughts, but would make it harder, or make them not want to, thus the imagining them naked.  It was a little too late by the time he started trying to protect himself to keep the thought of<span style="color: seagreen"><i>‘my luck is pretty good today to have this many attractive women on one mission and so few men’</i></span>from being at the front of his mind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>