<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/vianaarts.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ailis 'Babh' Ciarach (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13940798#msg13940798)<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong>Hussar HSR-200Db<br/><strong>Location and time:</strong>Outreach, embarking day<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Abuse of the English Language.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Dietrich<br/><hr/><br/>Ailis opens her mouth after Dietrich's comment, then snaps it shut again at the shrill whistle. That means business, and Nathaniel has her instant and undivided attention. She listens with the same careful attentiveness that Michelle got, with the only real suggestion of surprise the occasional twitch of eyebrows; she eventually nods, accepting the lot without concern. Perhaps a little bit amused, but only the glint in her eyes betrays that as she mutters, "I din' hear ye suggest that somebody on this ship might be brewin' somethin' worth drinkin', did I?" While a shipmate brewing something contraband isn't unusual, she's never been willing to risk blindness to test any of it. Neither does she seem to expect him to answer that - he did not, after all, merely suggest it - she has something more important on her immediate radar, and she hates tracking people through ships if she doesn't have to... and as long as he's in the room, she doesn't have to.<br/><br/>Light of foot and quick, she inserts herself next to Dietrich with a friendly smile. "Ye said ye'd tangled wi' th' tin-caste before; that'd put ye one up on me, an' I'd be interested t' hear what ye learned from it." Fully aware she may be the odd one out for that bit of info, she's not willing to go racing into the fray without whatever she can get.