<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/klingon3.jpg)</div><strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br/><br/>"Tisha," Jak said simply in acknowledgment. Though most Klingons wouldn't deign to acknowledge a server unless it was to grope her, life had made Jak a little more politic. She wasn't to the point that she would thank one yet but she certainly understood the benefit of not treating them like they were invisible. And Tisha, of course, was different. "Busy night?"<br/><br/>Small talk had also become part of her toolkit as had idle speculation and in light of Tisha's failure, she found herself studying Primo as she downed her first bloodwine, wondering what method of persuasion she would use if faced with a need to sway him. A love of subtlety was bred into her thanks to her Romulan blood but subtlety would likely be wasted on him considering his brash nature. It would be rather like wasting guile on a beast. She was musing this over when she got the message they would be setting out, good news for someone who had been idle too long. That there might be danger did not longer in her consciousness. There was Klingon in her as well after all and danger wasn't a concern. She ordered another drink, a hint of a smile on her face.<br/>