"Hmm," Myitt says, raising an eyebrow. The bartender comes back over with a glass of plain water, and she thanks him, sipping it. "Do any of them want to spend a day underground with us?" She grins broadly. "I hope they like cabbage and tomato sauce. We can't afford as many...missions as we used to have, but we keep ourselves busy. Haven't had to move in a while." She rolls the glass between her hands slowly. "Corliss and Reven are still doin' okay. In fact," she says, taking out a small black device and glancing at it, "I wonder why Cor hasn't been on my *ss yet. He's my babysitter." She snorts, sipping putting the link away and gulping some more water. "Hey, Sub, I'm just sayin', if you're gonna tie him up you might as well give him the option of a beer. Huh. I wonder what beer tastes like to a Hork-Bajir." She shrugs and finishes the water, feeling the ache in her human skull return. <Stupid dehydration.> She sighs outwardly.
<Yeah, whose fault is that?>
"I didn't say it was yours," Myitt murmurs, tapping the glass on the wooden table. "More please?" She smiles faux-sweetly at the bartender. The bartender loafs back with a pitcher and refills her glass, sets the pitcher down, then scribbles hastily.
"Anything else? Your tab is quite high," the note says curtly.
"Yeah, and I'll pay it," Myitt sniffles, sipping the water.
The bartender looks nonplussed, then stalks back behind the bar.
