Ianthe, likely recalling earlier activities, colored a bit at the Zax's mentioned of sex, and thrust sheepish hands into the pockets of her coat while sidestepping the unhappy Grey. She then nodded back at the bouncer.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Sometimes killing things <i>is</i> fun,"</span>she agreed, yet added from behind a small smile into which she forced mirth,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"But I think I'm too tired for murder, tonight. Certainly not interested in getting on you and your partner's bad sides. So drinking will have to do."</span>With that, she slipped inside.<br/><br/>She headed to the bar first and ordered a drink, rueing that her regeneration gene-mod would likely be working overtime to purge the rotgut from her system. And then she set her back against a wall, letting her gaze drift out over the crowd, and absently opening her mental perception to the myriad minds present. She'd been trained too long and too well to assume that the Charla wouldn't hold a grudge: for all that the Camarian woman was supposedly headed offworld, anybody who'd bomb a Zax facility for the sake of revenge surely wouldn't hesitate to take a stab at the person who foiled her plans. So Ianthe kept her guard up, loosened only a little by alcohol.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>