Caliban handed Lady Q another shot as they hang back at the bar. They had been to a couple of clubs before this one, so far he was impressed by the way she could hold her liqour.<br/>"More ambrosia for you, my lady," he said while taking a swig of his pint of imported ale. Aaah, black as sin and with a rich head, just as he liked them. His time spent in Prague made it virtually impossible to drink the local cow urine the american brewers chose to call beer.<br/>"I think we might be on a bit of a fool's errand here," he said as he scanned the crowd. "Most of the people I've spoken to haven't even heard of the company, and I can't say I'm impressed by the list of employees they sent us. It isn't giving us much to work with."<br/>He turned to face Q again, giving her a huge grin. "But this isn't half bad, it's not a total waste of time if you waste it with the right company, wouldn't you agree?"