<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.msg2599060#msg2599060">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 02-01-2010, 08:20:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It is very much evident Cin seems to have no prejudices of fear or hatred towards you being a abhuman.  Such as you are, she seems rather relaxed in sitting across from you.   None of that normal unease you get with even the harden veterans.    Non of that zealot fanaticism that borders on insanity just about all the time.   With confessors, priests whipping the believers into feeding frenzies.   The prospect of a inquisitor lord around some corner ready to apply the witches hammer on a wayward soul.   As she seems not to be taken in with such.   <br/><br/>Keeping the bottle in right hand,  glass in her left.  Cin would push back her seat, bringing her legs up to rest on the table.  While she teeter the chair back to balance it on the back legs.  Her knees would flex as she bent them with a idle rocking motion.   <br/><br/>All this done while she mused over your last statement on being all a gue'la like herself.  In that moment she wonders if you also seek to bring about the greater good.     A glance is given towards where you pushed your empty glass to.   A moment pause as she stares at it.   Then drawing her gaze back to you.  <br/><br/><em>"You are done drinkng?  People will say I have a problem with my drinking if I continue drink."</em>  She would playfully tease.   Lighting the talk that had so far been dominating the casual conversation that has occurred. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"That would depend on what else I am doing. I drink as a distraction, to set my mind at bay against what I'd rather not think about. Other things could distract me just as well or better, but the drink is reliable as a fallback in their absence."<br/><br/>Her comfort with him as a blatant abhuman lent a bit more credence to his belief that she had come from one of the Damocles border colonies. Granted, she was almost staggering drunk at this point if the amount of cognac missing from the bottle was any indication, but even a completely smashed human from one of the more central worlds would at least be uncomfortable sitting down to chat with a Navigator. If her home life had been one in frequent contact with the Tau though, or in another such border region home to frequent interactions with xenos, it was very likely that their alien egalitarian attitudes would have infected the human society to some degree.<br/><br/>For that matter, he wasn't exactly sober at this point either. His ability to keep a calm mask on outward appearances was still in automatic reflex, but his low relative body weight meant alcohol had that much more of an effect, and amasec was anything but weak. He wasn't as drunk as she was, but he could feel the fuzzy warmth of the liquor reaching out to envelop his body gratefully, like the embrace of an acceptant lover. For a brief moment, an image of Cin giving that embrace flickered over his imagination before vanishing under an infuriated rejection by his rationality. He wasn't that drunk yet...was he?