"Right. Well, thanks for that, Red." Montresor smiled and finished off his merlot just as a different, slightly older blonde woman walked into the bar and sat down at the far end of the counter, not giving attention to either of them. Anyone with a decent knowledge of the MBF may have recognized the woman as Amanda Pelletier, the champion pilot that unnecessarily wrecked the Terror Grand the morning before. Montry glanced sideways at her, then made eye contact with Dana the bartender and nodded, slipped her a small bundle of twenty dollar bills and watching as she went to serve the other pilot.