<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">She just give him a long glare at the little flirting, "ok.. lets make one thing clear.. If you have some sort of fetish for bagging the ugly women, dont. ok.. I have no interest what so ever in that. As far as I am concerned life is painful enough without adding that kind of crap." She throws a few coins on the table and stands up, "thanks for the beer, there is a go manual in the small drawer of the board if you wish to learn."<br/><br/>With those words she turns and leaves the room, her knuckles white from clenching her fists as hard as she can with little drops of blood actually forming in her palms where the dirty nails been digging into the flesh. Her boots clicking on the metal floor as she heads down towards the mechbay to return to her solitude in her mech, one hand digging into the pocket along her thigh and digs up the datapad she always brings with her. Her eyes looking into the latest entry, she quickly scans the list and then nods seeing the final price she will get when she sells her mech. "Not bad, should last quite a while. Ill miss the old girl, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do." she speaks out loud to herself, being so used now to being alone the thought of someone hearing her not even crossing her mind.<br/><br/>Why on earth had he insisted on flirting with her? She can't really understand it other then he has some form of compulsion to flirt with anyone, she kinda feels sorry for him for having wasted his time but she did pay for the beer after all.</div></div>