Sorin's slightly wicked smile took on a hint of pride, quite pleased with the response he earned from the sexy soloist. It faltered somewhat when her attentions turned hungrily over to the crew's sole cyborg, and seemed to forget all about him. It was a shame, but as her manager spoke, it became clear, and disappointment turned to minor professional aggravation.<br/><br/>"A cyborg? I see... that complicates things." Dr. Nox spoke quietly, and not to anyone in particular, simply thinking aloud as he crossed his arms, scowling slightly, and cocking his head. If she required any emergency attentions beyond what bacta could provide, such as serious surgery, well, accessing the damaged areas might need a saw instead of a scalpel. He didn't like it, but he wasn't paid to like things, just get the job done.<br/><br/>He flashed a polite but largely empty smile to Xam. "I see, thank you for the information Mr. Xam." his voice was as exceptionally polite, yet devoid of actual emotion, as his smile was, even as he gently attempted to remove the clammy hand on his shoulder with a strong hint of disdain for it's Iridonian owner. Xam's crude expressions, especially because they were towards someone he managed, were rubbing Sorin in ways he rather disliked. At Maria's question, he glanced towards Vialiah, the individual he often turned to when decisions were required, or information about the group was sought.