"Your qualifier implies that it is not truth, does it not?" Zeta's gaze was locked steadily on this 'Khementari.' This woman was very... how did the humans put it? Sexual. Her movements and the tone of her voice matched several parameters that Zeta had associated with sexual activity. Unfortunately, that was all she could tell. Motives, reasons, appropriate responses... they were all beyond Zeta. So, she stared, scanning the woman for any indications of oddness. Of course, none was given - and so Zeta ceased this line of processing for the moment. She sat down next to the 'nurse,' giving the bartender the usual blank stare when he asked her, amusedly, if she wanted anything to drink.