"No, no, no, Breekan," says Myitt quietly, still turning the drink around in her hands. "It could happen today, or next week, or years from now. Or it might not happen exactly how it's happened in her universe at all. Point is, I don't want to know." She looks down at the drink, miserably.
Corliss finally looks up. "Cor, I would've thought you'd have taken paracetamol by now," he winces.
<Yeah, reckon I'll start carrying it in me bleeding back pocket, at this rate,> says Mike bitterly.
Corliss glances at Myitt and the new girl, wondering who she is. Myitt looked sulky as usual, but didn't appear to be in any danger. He looks over at Terenia in the little pool, and leans over, gently fishing her out of the water.
He stands up, holding Terenia in his un-singed right hand. "We need a place to put Terenia, right away. The pool isn't a very healthy environment anymore, too cold and not enough juice. If no one wants to help her, I'm going to take her to the pool in the Skimmer." He nods at the bartender. "Barkeep, could I have like, a ziploc baggie, filled with warm water please?"
The bartender stares at Corliss, eyes narrowed to slits. He then shrugs and goes about setting one up, handing the warm plastic baggie to Corliss with a look that says, 'I've had weirder requests'.
"Thanks, mate," says Corliss, carefully placing Terenia into the warm ziploc and zipping it halfway.
Myitt looks over at her brother. "Where are you going?" she asks sharply.
"Something needs to be done about Terenia. I'm taking her to the Skimmer pool, for now."
"Good, all right," says Myitt. Yeah, don't come over here and listen to this chick from the future. Please. You'll want to know every last ****ing detail, she sourly comments to herself.
Corliss shrugs and walks quickly out the door.
<Hey, man, aren't you a little curious?> asks her host.
<No. Not even a little,> says Myitt firmly, doing something she rarely does--closing her thoughts off to her host.
<Oh, go ahead and be all emo,> Tara says snarkily.
<Fine, I will.> Myitt sneers at the bar counter, then drinks half of the glass of liquor, coughing a little. "****," she mutters.
Outside, Corliss passes by Ossanlin's ship on his way to the Skimmer. The lights were certainly on, and he pauses, glancing down at the little baggie. No, there probably wouldn't be any Yeerk pools in there. Hardly any friends, either. He continues on toward the Skimmer, still well within a short distance from the bar.