Ran belts down several drinks in quick succesion, mumbling to OT: "I guess you're not the type who'll cling to life at any cost after you get beat down.  Well, good for you, it clears up space in the hospitals.  If you ever end up in a coma, I'll pull the plug on you, heck, I wouldn't want to live either if I had to get somebody to wipe my ass for me."<br/><br/>Ran raises his glass of piss beer and smiles a deranged smile "To a young and pretty death!" Before bolting down his beer, not even bothering to pay attention to whether or not OT returned the toast, his attention suddenly on the bar girl who just dismounted the piano, having finished her song.<br/><br/>Ran corners her on her way back to the employees only area of the bar, and speaks to her, not slurring his speech at all despite the massive quantity of alcohol he just drunk, he appears the part of the dapper core world prince, an appearance marred only by his blackened teeth and strong smell of alcohol and other, more exotic methods of intoxication.  "Hey angel lips, what's a princess like you doing in a scum infested hellhole on the rim like this?  A girl as ravishinly beautiful as yourself could get herself hurt if she has no one to protect her and stand up for her.  How long have you been surviving out here?"  As Ran says this, his face reflects deep concern, his tone of voice suggesting that the poor girl is as vulnurable as cargo frigate full of meat and mail order brides heading into reaver territory out in the terrifying barbarian wastes of Persephone.