Cyrine grins, a wide beam that would (and has) charmed the pants off many, "Any time...Thanks fr' offering ta' nail me.  You're all heart."<br/><br/>Thick smoke escapes her lips as she hands the lighter back to Torin. "Whats there to do on this barge anyhow? Besides screwing, ogling the Servitors and general nondescript mischief? See the Sister and the other girl are falling  ass over head fr' one another...that ...common place? First erm..'military' assignment..not sure what to expect."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>