<hr/><strong>Janos, enjoying some cuisine in the Mess with <em>Alroy</em>, <em>Kara</em>, <em>Lily</em>, <em>Maho</em> and <em>Ranna</em>.</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Janos sat quietly while finishing his meal, listening to the others jammering on about the carnal pleasures going on on the ship. He was beginning to feel a little awkward. The only female contact he had really had during the trip was his interviews with the Clanner woman. While not an unattractive woman, she would break him in half. He was apparently surrounded by women with all these pent up urges and all he could think of was the damned circuitry. Even Alroy seemed to be getting his share, and he wasn't really a prize-winning breed. Or he had some aces up his sleeve. Eye of the beholder and all that.<br/><br/>"Bon app, Miss Maho!" The cook arrived with a surprisingly colorful and aromatic stew to the petite Kuritan, a big grin on his face. "'s mah ol' momma's special gumbo, it will clean your nose out and keep you growing for a decade!"<br/><br/>As the cook walked off again Janos looked over to Maho. He hadn't noticed her until now when a far more appetizing dish had appeared in front of her. Until he came to the company he had never seen a Kuritan. There were two and a half on the company roster, but he hadn't gotten a closer look. He was a bit disappointed. There were no horns or fire-breathing going on here. Just a quiet cute girl and her... Sling. That got his heart racing a bit. He'd have to get a closer look on that one. He wasn't closely familiar with missiles yet, a deficiency that he'd have to remedy somehow. He had read all about them, but not gotten to them just yet. He was just about to ask her about the subject when the broadcast blared.<br/><br/>"<em>J<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">UMP</span>S<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">HIP DOCKING WILL COMMENCE IN FIVE HOURS</span>. Y<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">OU HAVE FIVE HOURS UNTIL DOCKING</span>.</em>"