Liumius sat back, watching the exchange between the two.<br/><br/><em>Now here are an interesting turn of events...</em>she thought to herself.  She couldn't help it.  The terrible curiosity which had driven her to research and journalism perked up it's head and soaked it all in.  She was beginning to enjoy the evening.  She had nothing to lose.  She was a pariah to her own kind.  She was compelled.<em>Kill.</em>the dark one had said.  Liumius watched him, then Argro, entranced.<br/><br/>Clearing her throat, she momentarily interupped the conversation.  "Hmm...um...I don't mean to pry...but I sense a story here. I'm...well...I...research things."  She leaned forward, eyes bright.  "Would either one of you be against someone from the freepress joining in your...well, whatever it is?  Well....maybe you would, if whatever it is your doing you don't<em>want</em>in the freepress." She flicked her eyes between them, leaning back.  "I'll say right now,<em>I've</em>already been honest, yet I can't resist a story in the making, even if no one else is interested in reading about it.  I can't do any harm, can I?  Plus," she grinned, taking the last bite of her fry. "I can do wonders in a galley.  I can help haul out a cargo hold with the best of them...and I have a knack for finding things out." Liumius gave a small shrug and flicked her eyes between Argo and the other, chewing her fry, an almost pious look on her face.<br/><br/>Whatever their answer, she didn't regret asking...<em>knowing</em>there was a story here, waiting for her to sniff out...well, that's all she cared about.<br/>