Since there was no longer anything to negotiate, Emile and Allegra were drinking a tad more liberally. He had finished his rum, but since he hadn't the money for more he settled for warm ale. Niall and Duncan were off getting doped up and enjoying the company of a few ladies. Emile could hear Duncan's bad jokes from the bar.<br/><br/>"What's next?" Allegra asked over the rim of her glass. Emile shrugged, frowning.<br/><br/>"We sell the ship, run away, cut our hair, shave our beards, change our names, and hope nobody catches up to us." He replied.<br/><br/>"Doubt the captain will go for that." She said.<br/><br/>"Then we'll sink the ship." Emile joked. "And he can go down with it, just like he always wanted to."<br/><br/>He tossed back his flagon and finished his drink. When he pulled it back down, he caught sight of two women entering the bar. One of them caught his eye, and initially he was uncertain why. She was familiar. Emile could not remember if he had laid with her some years ago or merely seen her someplace he frequented when he was still on assignment. Allegra was following his gaze.<br/><br/>"Like what you see?" She asked.<br/><br/>"That girl doesn't seem like she belongs here, does she?" Emile watched her approach the bar from his periphery.<br/><br/>"No." Allegra said. "Her hair is too clean, and so is her face for that matter. Maybe you should go make her feel welcome."<br/><br/>Emile nodded and got to his feet. He approached the girl where she stood a few seats away, and knocked on the counter to get her attention.<br/><br/>"I hope I'm not out of line asking," he said with his most winning smile, "but may I buy your next round?"