(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br/><br/>Babs reader and procurer of fine things...with a little killin' on top<br/>2519, present day<br/>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br/>Tagging – whoever is about<br/><br/>Babs was something else, Nomad sat her down, he felt her shoulders click and saw her loosen her neck a little as he placed her in a seat, her voice had grown cold., “<strong>Darlin’ we are all crazy, ruttin’ crazy otherwise we would not be out on the rim lookin’ fer scraps o’ work just ta get by. Some o’ us just hide it better than others. Some ‘o us even lie about it ta ourselves.”</strong>It was then she started to look to the others from the ship.<br/><br/>The medic got a smile that did not quite reach the eyes, that and a compliment after all her squad and many others could have made real good use of them that could patch folks up in the day. There was another reason that Mans Ruin looked like an option even if one flight had to be paid for and her head could be looked at, secret like.... However that was not completely an option as funds were getting low.<br/><br/>The point was, clever usually got her so far but in the end it was tricky that got her in.<br/><br/>Just as she was about to turn to the lovely red head, her hand whipped back and she smacked a much larger man in the nose without even looking, it was then another felt her elbow in the ribs. Two ferrets hissed from out of her many pockets and then returned then to the warmth as they were not needed. The two men left pretty quickly without another word and Babs almost did not miss a beat with the conversation, she just carried on almost if nothing happened.<br/><br/>Well save for her comment, “<strong>I ‘ate it when dicks like that pick on yung’uns and thems that they think are easy marks. They stank as well and a purdy lady like yerself Miss lady red ‘ead did not need their perfume on yer clothes.</strong>” Babs really was completely calm and took another sip of her drink.<strong>“Right now where was I…I aint over sure that the Captain’ll take me on, but if ‘e as any brains in that pan ‘o  ‘is he will. That boy there too…” </strong>It was the first time she had acknowledged Aaron, for better or worse the two had a past though precarious it had been nothing less than interesting and he knew more about her than she shared with most, but then Crazy Babs had a knack of knowing him too.<br/><br/>Rubbing her knuckle slightly Babs continued, yes she had an accent, but hell this was no mud farmer, or at least was no more a mud farmer. Astrid got a smile that was real pleasant like, the mechanic  did not look much older than Babs yet seemed a good deal younger…<br/><br/><strong>“As I see it, a skeleton crew is fine fer baby jobs, but there ain’t much better fer getting’ into a place that's locked up  than me and ‘im. But if y’all legit… then shine up yer badges and yer smiles.”</strong>She shrugged then and sniggered a little. Not in a crazy way, all she knew was if not invited legitimately then she could be on that ship quicker than one could say Jack Robinson…<br/><strong><br/>“So who’s up fer the next round…”<br/><br/></strong><em>All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.<br/><br/><br/></em><br/><br/>Watership Down