"Yeah. It could have," he said somewhat absently. "It could have. But it didn't. Nothing ever goes perfectly, does it?" For a moment he stared at the table, both hands resting on the top of his lowered head. Then, he grinned, looked up and let his hand loudly clasp on the table's surface under the power of gravity. "I fought my Corsair as a bounty hunter today and lost. And you know what? As long as I'm in one piece I couldn't care less. Besdies, my ship can still fly." After another carefully measured draught of beer - most of the bar's denizens seemingly took great care not to get too intoxicated, probably due to the need for quick reflexes and such - asked: "So, heh, I may not be the most observant person...but...don't tell me you want everyone to call you Harpy. It's not even a name!" He uttered this in a half joking way, not certain what reaction to expect. After all, he had met his share of weird people in his life.
