Roxy nods slowly "That makes sense..." A twinkle appears in her eye, and she mis-quotes Star Trek "Dammit Jim I'm a chef, not a soldier!"<br/><br/>Leaning on the wall, the massive bovine takes a pull of her cigarette. "Let's take a vote.  Crys, Drake, Axe... and the rest of you pinkies... how about  we trash this place?"