"Only stupid question ...is the one asked by the total fool." she grins sardonically, "That wasn't one of em by the way..." Was interesting to have someone to talk to aboard this ship. When Cyrine had all but resigned to sitting in her room for weeks..months on end, scribbling out notes, editing documents and generally looking for...anything of value to capture- this was an unexpected turn of events...all of it. From Ana, to  the stranger plowing the captain, to Torin, all people of note. Perhaps this wouldn't be as boring as she feared.<br/><br/>She laughs and starts to recite a quote from a long forgotten source she had read years ago, "<i>Razors pain you, rivers are damp, acid stains you, drugs cause cramps, gun aren't lawful, nooses give, gas smells awful, you might as well live...</i>" She reaches in to her pocket and pulls out another Lho stick. "Nothin in there about Lho sticks, or dangerous sex leading in expiration. Far as i see it , they're both viable ways ta' kill yr self."<br/><br/>She places the Lho stick between her lips, chain smoking had never really been a habit..but the entire ship unsettled her enough to feel a constant state of mild euphoria was needed just to get by. " An the Captain seems a reasonable enough woman...prone to...em...persuasion." She lights the stick offering another to Torin.  Holding the smoke in her lungs, she watches the burning tip smolder, "You seem like a convincing fellow.." She didn't hint so much as ...beat the hint home with mallet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>