<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Demetra was the fighter one would come to expect from her life style, but she eyed the man that they caught up with and had given the information to Argo. “I’m Zuilia.” She held out a hand deliberately toward the cloaked man on the platform. “I understand the need to kill if one must ….but tell me sir…. as I am sure it is my curiosity that interests me in all this …Just what is it that is your interest if we get the ship back?” </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Zuilia wasn’t sure if he would take hold of her hand. She learned such a customary greeting over a few years among frieds. thsi hand shake comes in handy in situations like this when she needed a skin contact of a target t better rad them.  </span>