Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Strobel]

"It's easy to tell somebody he or she is safe in a place like this." Her eyes followed the glass towards Lanceheads mouth. "You see, I turned at least one third of the people in prison. Guess they're not looking forward to thank me for this. I've built myself a reputation in Liberty and from your point of view it's not the best one can have to enter a place like this."
For a second her face showed a little smile before it turned back to the - despite the soft face itself - hardened lines. Her left hand reached for the glass right in front of her, now filled with some liquor. She took it and started to play with it a little before she actually drained it.

"Quite a brew that's been served here," she said nearly coughing while the glass turned back to the table.
Was that just stupidity or a way to show her host that she kind of trusted him. There still was a chance that the drink had been poisoned. Yes, Lancehead took a sip himself but he might have been able to take an antidote before the meeting.

Suddenly her companion made a move that looked like he was reaching a gun and her adrenaline level rushed within the second. From under the table a little click could be heard as she released the safety of her sidearm.
"No fast moves... please."
As it was clear that Ronnie just disarmed his gun she put the safety of hers back on and took the sidearm on top of the table. Somehow that man really was about to deal with her in a way she'd never seen by any Xenos before and she met a lot of them in space.
"Well, that stereotype you mentioned might be in the heads of those who were spaced by you and your cronies. I sure met some fitting in that but there's been others and I guess you've heard about some incidents involving me where your buddies made it back to the barn without one gun being fired."

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