Domi looked up at Lt. Topeck.<em>It figures that it would be her.</em><br/><br/>"I didn't do anything this time Lt. Topeck.  I was dancing, like I am paid to do at the Salty Nerf Tavern, when this guy starts getting all frisky.  The problem is, he grabbed my breasts and wouldn't let go of me.  So I hit him with a fist to his nose.  That's all.  And I haven't stolen anything either," Dominique added petulantly.  "I might be a street urchin, but I am not a petty thief, at least, not most times."<br/><br/>Domi looked down, playing the innocent little drifter girl act perfectly.  The fact that Lt. Topeck had seen her put on these acts the last ten times she'd been in the CorSec lockup, didn't matter to Dominique.  Though she was worried what Major Rendar would have to say about her report being delayed again because of being locked up for the night.<br/><br/>"Can I go Lt. Topeck?  I promise to be a good girl this time."