<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/87/27/6f/87276fef1dd3229683bd4fee15a868a2--fantasy-girl-fantasy-women.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 11<br/>SP: 8<br/>RP: 4<br/>Attack Bonus: +3 Melee, +1 Ranged<br/>KAC: 14<br/>EAC: 12</div></div><br/>Well, if she wanted to flirt, Tinalia was certainly open to it. "Business before pleasure, I'm afraid. But I certainly wouldn't mind trading comm details and meeting you later." She returned the elf's wink. "We're a pleasant surprise, carrying somewhat unpleasant news. It involves a contact of hers by the name of Durovar Kreel, have you heard of him?" She asked. "If today was going better, we'd be here with him. However, I'm betting if you flip on the latest news, you'll understand what we're talking about." Hopefully there had been enough time between their shootout in the docking bay and the present time that a report of it hit the news. If not, she'd explain what had happened, though she'd try to make sure anyone nearby wouldn't also hear it. "Our only real idea so far is to follow the name we found on Mr. Kreel's personal computer, Chistisk. Hence, our business here."