Jane uttered her thanks, accepting the drink, purely out of courtesy. She hadn't drunk wine in what felt like an eternity, certainly not since her departure from a particular organisation. She was so caught up in the beverage, that she missed the man's security. The dark-haired woman swore quietly, she hadn't thought to bring any of her own.
"If this is 'keeping it quiet,' I'd hate to see your normal. I've seen antimatter warheads with more subtlety." She quipped dryly. It wasn't so much the guard team that annoyed her, but the fact that she no longer had control. A dangerous situation to be in without allies, not that she expected any. The man opposite her might have been a friend, but she had little doubt that he'd turn her in given the opportunity. He'd have been naive not to.
"Yes, I was on the Douglas. A long way back now, when she was good an' shiny. I would've been..." She paused for a moment, remembering. "Just a Recruit back then. There were about six of us, I reckon. Fresh out of basic. I was tacked right on to the security detail. Figure they didn't want to be sending FNG's out in the boarding teams. Though I don't recall you ever ordering them.." She shrugged.
"Could be wrong. Anyway, they shipped most of us off at the end of our training period. Personal choice in postings and the like. Samson excluded of course." The Xeno chuckled at the memory, her chair turning slightly as she laughed. "Damn fool went and stuck his overheated rifle back in the rack. Just about melted it's way out too. I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't bothered about it. I reckon logistics took care of it. Nearly took care of Samson too. "
She turned her attention back to the conspicuously-inconspicuous figure opposite her. "That's just my ranting though. Is there anything in particular you wanted to know, or just listen to my nonsense?"
