<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Thank you,"</span>she said, with another polite nod of her head. She pocketed this datapad as well, and excused herself towards the door to wait for Giantprick's driver.<br/><br/>As she stood idly, her gaze crept towards the bar, and she experimentally stretched out a thread of thought in an effort to touch the mind she'd conversed with before.<span style="color: mediumturquoise"><i>Where are you? Giantprick knows. His men are looking for you. I can help.</i></span>It was a ruse, of course; she had no intention of 'helping' the Camarian woman except to her death. But, she decided, it was worth a try.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>