Out of the corner of her eye, Dawn watched Adam touch the blaster and scowled a little. A blaster in a bar fight? Fists and kicks and bottles were one thing, when blasters got involved it made the whole equation... deadlier. "Ease up off the blaster Adam. Only a last resort thing, we draw 'em, then some hot-head pulls his piece, then we've got dead people instead of just some bloodied lips and broken noses."<br/><br/>After she spoke, Adam's words finally registered in her brain and she snorted loudly, "Courtship? God, you must be some kind of romantic. You looking for a respectable lady in a nice white dress to skip around the galaxy with you?" Dawn asked with an amused tone in her voice, her eyes turned back to the goings-on inside.<br/><br/>