<em>Drake, at the bar with Ingrid et al</em><br/><br/>"Ah." Drake didn't really want to say much more. He loved her, but she could be scary as hell when she was experiencing the joys of hormones. He hand cupped her head and he just smiled at his terrifying lover. Then he turned and waved at Nephi.<br/><br/>"I see our Southern friend has come by, then?" he murmured to Ingrid. "Any idea why a Nomad's in our bar?"