A hermano who could understand her pains? And an administrator of an entire station, to boot! As Doc mentioned about his friend, the woman put her drink down and etched in a mental note to one day schedule a visit to this hermano. Hopefully, she might find some answers, or at least some solace, out of meeting him. Indeed, with a universe as chaotic and crazy and meaningless as Sirius, OSC ought to think about monopolizing that intangible luxury goods t-
"Ah!" She couldn't believe it... Doc Holliday, the el presidente of the TAZ, was holding her very hands! Her cheeks couldn't help but glow a little red, not because it was intimate or anything, but because she always thought herself unworthy to be given such kindness, let alone concern, from people of such high positions. She had been so used to the brutality that was Corsair politics, that she had half-expected Doc to rebuke her for her weakness.
To experience this random act of kindness... To be feeling Doc's rough, yet gentle hands holding hers... it made her feel like that little girl back on Planet Crete again. That little girl who used to love sitting on her papito's lap on the couch by the air-conditioner, listening to tales of famous Corsario heroes of old that brought sparkles to those small, idealistic eyes. That little girl who used to love sleeping close to her papito, her back touching his chest as his powerful hand would slowly slide and rub itself against her--
... Oh dear! She promised her papito she wouldn't even remember those times again for both their sakes! Hopefully Doc hadn't noticed that mental Freudian Slip by the time he retracted his hands.
But to hear Doc say that she had to please herself first than others? This was not an easy pill to swallow. Much of her goals and dreams revolved around aiding her people who lived in that hellish planet, one way or another. Her promise to her dying amigo for an ash-less future. Her hopes that she and the other Intocables could one day regain their long lost honor. That she could one day regain her familia's long lost honor. While she did have her own selfish tendencies, she knew Doc was implying something deeper, something more meaningful and fulfilling.
But at least he was kind enough to tell her where to start. Quickly shaking away her bitterness, she lifted her head to look back at Doc, and gave the sincerest smile she could ever muster. Her soft hair weaved gently through her shoulders and her eyes twinkled in the Club's light as her simple grin radiated a glowing warmth that didn't need words to tell Doc that she thanked him dearly for his efforts in helping her.
And the follow-up of a childish giggle from her only helped to brighten the mood more as she said, "Well, I can tell you this much. I don't hold anything against those Bounty Hunters Guild pilots who nearly killed me that day. I've long accepted they were only paid by that traitorous pita to take me and my amigos out, so I have little hard feelings for them.
"... And besides..." She looked back at the fireplace behind Doc as she continued, "It was, ironically, another Bounty Hunters Guild member who rescued my pod and saved me. He was kind enough to fund and watch over my entire rehabilitation, and even convinced me to join the BHG for a time. You could say he was the first of many gringo's who had opened my eyes to the universe outside of the Empirio."
She lowered her head and closed her eyes in silence for several moments, before she smiled back to Doc and said, "So you understand I can't agree, on good conscience, with your saying that the BHG are entirely without honor. They're just another bunch of people forced upon, or broken and changed by the universe, to do unsavory things for one reason or another. Much like my people, who have monopolized over war and conflict for the sake of feeding their families. But I digress."
Her eyes fell back on the hearth once again. The glowing flames of wood being burned gave her a strange sense of peace as she said, "So Senor Holliday. With my first personal question down, don't suppose you've pointed out what my medical question is? And more importantly, why it's such a difficult question for one such as I?"