<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br/><br/>Primo (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129448.msg5778369#msg5778369) took the distinctive kanar bottle in hand and unscrewed the top. He poured himself a glass of the thick Cardassian liquor, and brought it to his lips, inhaling the scent of the liquid before draining the glass. The man held it in his mouth, savouring the texture and flavour in his mouth and on his tongue. He swallowed, and poured himself another glass while his hand picked up one of the tentacles. Primo raised it to his mouth and took a healthy bite, gnawing heartily upon the mollusk flesh. The hologram was still there and spoke. Primo raised an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Take a look at me, and take a look at the company I keep." Primo said, swallowing the octopus flesh, and then gesturing at the Nausicaans with his kanar glass holding hand. "And you've seen the Gurkha. Do you think that 'peace' is in my vocabulary?" He chuckled, and drank some more kanar, considering the matter settled and his refusal plain. Primo was not taken by Tisha's programmed demeanor.