"That’s what he said..."  The girl shrugged her shoulders,  and with one of those leather encased hands she touched Rebecca on the small of her back and forcibly ushered her to the barstool.  "Please... take a seat,  you don't need to act tense around us.  We just came to have a bit of fun just like yourself."  She smiled,  it was sort of a predatory grin.<br/><br/>"Curious?"  Dmitri said looking her over,  she felt a hand brush against her side.  For a moment that entire metallic web pattern was set aglow and she felt what she could only figure was a weak electric current rushing through her body.  It wasn't painful,  in-fact it was actually pleasant.  "What would you like to know Rebecca?"  He removed his hand,  and the glow faded as did the strange sensation that was running through the under cover cops body.  "We'll tell you whatever you need to know."