<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Serendipity,"</span>Ianthe answered automatically, letting the go-bag that contained her worldly possessions fall onto the seat of the cab beside her. A smirk lingered on her lips from the attentions of the other Greys -- the libidinousness of the aliens never ceased to surprise her, but at least they had the good sense not to try anything. The driver's fantasies amused her further, and she stretched, catlike, in the backseat, ensuring that he could see her if he happened to glance in the rearview mirror.<span style="color: mediumturquoise"> "I'm meeting a friend."</span><br/><br/>She allowed him a few moments to draw his own conclusions about the kind of 'friend' she might be meeting at a strip club before remarking, her voice full of easily-feigned admiration,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"This is a really remarkable ride, much smoother than most Runners. People don't take good care of them."</span>She was no stranger to appealing to a man's pride, and it couldn't hurt to begin assembling some planet-side contacts; one with a nondescript vehicle, and some tech skills. might later prove useful.<span style="color: mediumturquoise"> "Do you maintain this one yourself?"</span>she went on, letting the admiration in her tone drift more toward little-girl awe.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Because, I might be planetside a little while, and it would be really great to know a driver I could depend on."</span>Meanwhile she was reaching out with her thoughts, insinuating a harmless little suggestion into the Grey's mind:<i>you want to help this girl</i>. While her trainers had focused on developing her telekinetic talents, she wasn't without some measure of telepathic ability as well.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Do you think, maybe, I could have your number, in case I need to get someplace else in Doria?"</span><br/><br/><b>Suggestion: roll 14 + Psi 16 = 30</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>