Kes' Tail swayed in anger as the Other Goz passed right by her. Her ears easily could hear the growl coming from her competitor. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and watched her as she walked out.<span style="color: Red">"Half-breed."</span>Kes growled in return watching the door close.<span style="color: red"> Yeah, I think for this Job I'm going to need ammo, lots of it and ... ooooh is that Rum?!</span>The light flickering off a bottle caught her eye for a moment as she watched the shiny label on the bottle. Kes hated herself for that momentary diversion, it always seemed to be her downfall. Just when People think she would be serious, it is back to being a ditz.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>