Ianthe favored him with a grin -- intended to chase away his sigh -- before plowing back into her food: true to her remark, her healing gene-mod had afflicted her with a pronounced appetite, and she ate ravenously.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"So tell me about you,"</span>she challenged Cat, between bites chased down with swallows of vodka.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"How do you and your partner end up owning like the one relatively clean and safe bar on this whole rock, without managing to piss off either the Syndicate or the Pirate Queen? Are you both like immortal super-soldiers, or something, in retirement?"[/quote] Beneath the table her foot crept back to his ankle, and she let her voice fall to a conspiratorial low. <span style="color: mediumturquoise">"And what sort of fun did you have in mind?"</span></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>