<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Thalia Linnea,</span><em>Medic</em><br/>One month ago<br/><em>Mariner's Gate</em>Space Station<br/>Tagging - Santiago<br/>Location -<em>Silverlight</em>nightclub<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Thalia was tempted to ask, 'so how are we gonna go about this?' but the words never quite found their way to her lips. Santiago liked to draw out the suspense, that was for sure. She was cool and calm, and collected though, at least on the surface. She looked at him, not shy but not exactly bold either. Conspiratorial - that was it, as he sat down beside her and put his arm around her. She wasn't expecting what he told her next - about the fight. They were behind her, as in she was sitting, facing away from them, so this was news to her. She'd been expecting him to whisper something else. Something.. interesting in a different way.<br/><br/>"What?" she asked, catching on quickly that she should leave, as he suggested. It wasn't her fight and she didn't want to end up caught up in it. Thalia gave him a long-suffering look (only she wasn't really), when he said she smelled nice. The compliment wasn't lost on her, though the thought of other patrons throwing punches was somewhat more significant at that moment.<br/><br/>She watched as Santiago strode ahead. One man aimed a punch at him, but he was flattened by a rugged sort before it connected. Thalia darted through the crowd after Santiago. The exit was clear and soon they were outside on the.. it wasn't exactly a street. It was the entertainment level of the station, good old Mariner's Gate.<br/><br/>"Are you alright?" she asked, though it wasn't really necessary, as Santiago had made it out unscathed.<br/>