"Lucky for us, Mar, and especially lucky for me. Saving my life and all." Myitt laughs. "Breek, if I wanted an escape from my reality, I wouldn't hang out in a place where in the course of a visit you get your human friend sliced up by a Visser who wants you dead, shot at by bounty hunters, killed and resurrected. I come here for the booze and of course the company. The good company."
Corliss makes sure Kara is sleeping and still alright, then steps over and sits next to Myitt at the bar. "As opposed to bad company?"
Myitt grins, and Corliss plays air guitar. "'Baaaad company, I can't deny...'" He giggles. "Tell me that isn't on your precious jukebox somewhere, eh?"
Almost as if in response, the jukebox record changes to Elvis. 'Caught in a trap, I can't walk out...'
"Hah! You owe me a Sam, pal," Myitt crows.
"Ugh, but it's so overdone," Corliss protests. "Bartender, Sam Adams for my brother. On my tab."
The bartender eyes him briefly, glancing at Myitt, then goes to a cooler and fishes around a large number of strange bottles. He eventually pulls out a beer bottle and hands it to Myitt, cracking the top off with an opener. "Glass?" he scribbles.
"No thanks, my good man," says Myitt. She looks around idly, sipping the beer. "Where'd your new friends go? The pirates."
"Off with Temrash to find his ruddy mind eraser," says Corliss darkly.
Myitt shrugs halfly. "Better than dying, I guess. As long as we can trust Temrash to erase everything but her name...memory's too fickle to trust erasing bits and pieces. She has seen maybe 70% of Tara's memories, rapid fire, focusing on the current events and our lovely little band, by default."
"Bloody 'ell," Corliss sighs, looking over at Ardiss, swimming frustratedly in the little plastic container.
The Kandrona generator has all but sputtered out.
