Ellen looked up from her holopad to find Daric fumble with his mug of mead, some of which got onto his shirt and jacket. To his comment, she said, "Nope. I am ... was ... a criminologist. It's my job to know ... things. It's not a bad thing to know things about people."<br/><br/>Daric pressed one of the buttons on the table and talked to who would seemed to be someone he knew or maybe he had assistant that brought him everything. Daric took off his jacket, revealing his mead-soaked shirt ... as well as the fact that he was cold as hell on the patio without his jacket. Ellen could not help but giggle behind her breath as Daric started for the airlock. "You know ... why not? I don't have anything better to do than to look through 2,997 names and profiles," she said, responding to Daric's offer.