<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Eruin's eyes shift from the saliva-slickened chestfur just beneath his chin, up to Theron once again, a faint smile creasing his lips "It was about twenty-nine miles. I live rather closeby. And no, not talking doesn't get to me. I have Rea here to talk to."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Ah, so you're sort of a local then," Theron replied, smiling a bit, then casts a glance towards the rest of the ship. "Though perhaps a bit of an unorthodox one. Most folks around here don't seem to take the presence of Rea as very normal, y'know?"<br/><br/>Then he grins a bit. "Bet you could made all twenty nine of those miles quicker without talking, though! It seems it takes you all of ten seconds of blabbering before you pushed or slurped for what you say."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “It certainly is quite fascinating. With enough analysis, you can start to see patterns in people, patterns that no one else seems to be aware of. But if there’s one thing that seems to stand out all the time for me, it’s that people in the city can be very unpredictable.”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"The deviations are the best part!" Theron says enthusiastically, relaxing a fair bit as the banter between the jackal and wolf revealed the pair really were security, or the next closest thing. "Things would get terribly boring if people were one hundred perecent predictable one hundred percent of the time." He shrugs a bit. "Of course, certain trends and patterns are ...less than pleasant," he adds, glancing back to the refugees. "But, as they say - conflict is the spice of life. Wouldn't appreciate the good without the bad."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>The corners of his lips curved in a small grin. “I do not mean to discredit your knowledge, but I would beware letting it get to your head.”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Theron's lips pull back in a toothy grin. "Damn-fool ideas start in one's head, so it's hard for them to not get to your head," he jokes. "But rest assured, I know my limitations as well as I know my capabilities. If I didn't I wouldn't still be kicking around, now would I?"<br/><br/>"Thanks, though," he adds, shifting back to a more polite smile, this 'thanks' more sincere than the last one, now that the pair seemed to be on the level rather than a set of potential threats. "So, I take it from what you mentioned earlier that you're running security for this rusty ol' thing?"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>DC 27 Spot check to notice the following)</div></blockquote><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">(1d20 + 15): 17 + 15 = 32<br/><span style="font-style: italic">I see you....</span></div></div></div><br/><br/>A glint of light caught the Shepard's keen eyes, glancing up quickly and spotted what appeared to be a cougar up on a open-air balcony. That wasn't in it self all too unusual, but the small, glinting object in his hand<span style="font-style: italic">was.</span>Theron was quick to figure out in was a small hand mirror, and rather than using it for it's more typical use - inspecting one's own appearance he seemed to be using it like a signal.<br/><br/>"Speaking of security, I don't figure you guys use hand mirror to signal Eva Height's docks, do you?" Theron asked. "Because a cougar fellow just signaled<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>with a mirror." His body tensed, wanting to go after the feline and investigate himself, however he waited for his answers as he'd feel terribly sheepish if the cougar was part of the crew doing something entirely innocuous and he ended up chasing down and frightening the fellow half to death trying to extract answers from him. He comforted himself with the knowledge that, on a boat, it would be impossible for the cougar to go far.<br/><br/>Which, of course, meant that if the cougar<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>an unknown, potentially dangerous, factor he'd have very little space to run and hide before Theron tracked him down and from there he didn't imagine it would be hard to get information from the cat. He was quite frightening when he needed to be.