The Vargr rolled his eyes.  "Not particularly, Katie.  I was hired by someone else, someone named Marco.  She the one that got you cut?"  He watched the two men over by the bar, just for a moment, his olfactory senses picking up a bit of a scent that he usually identified with anger or aggression from male humans.<br/><br/>"Katie, perhaps we should head out.  You've had a lot to drink.  And you have to get to your new job at... what time?"  He was a Vargr, but even he knew that discretion was the better part of valor.  "We should go...  Really."<br/><br/>He dug in a pocket and pulled out enough Credits to cover their bill, and then some.  He waved to the waitress who'd been bringing their drinks and pointed at the creds, then gave her a wave.  He slipped a hand around Katie, trying to steer her out of the bar...