<strong>"Ye let me know when yer legs are open for business,"</strong>Scourge scowled as his groping hand was deflected by Myra's strategically placed arm. He turned away, presumably to bother somebody else...<br/><br/>The gnome - Conchobhar - piped up from beside Myra. "Ahem, my dear, I must apologize for last evening - by Cayden Cailean's cup, I had no idea it would end up like this. If it helps you believe me, I'm stuck here on this ship same as you." His voice dropped to a whisper, "I must say, good show rejecting Scourge's advances. Though as a pragmatic gentleman myself, I can't help but wonder whether there could have been another course of action that didn't antagonize that villain. He seemed a most vindictive and petty sort-<br/><br/>He was interrupted by an outburst from the redhead, whose arm had been grabbed by Scourge. "Let go of me! I said I'm not coming with you!"<br/><br/><strong>"Oh yes ye are Sandara Quinn! The cabin needs cleaning, and ye're the one going to do it! That's an order!"</strong><br/><br/>"That's complete bullshit and everyone nows it!" Sandara looked around at the other crew members for support - but to her horror, some of them, the more experienced ones, were on Scourge's side, catcalling and cheering him on. Others looked away and pretended not to see or hear what was going on in front of them, Conchobhar among them. Finally her desperate gaze turned to Jing and Myra...