"I'll take you up on that offer, there isn't too much to tell anyways. I've been spending most of my recent time within a cryopod aboard my ship. I was ... lost, back when our organisation disbanded. I was distanced from my parents, and each of our elders made their way into hiding, never to be seen again. Most of my teenage years were spent following their teachings and learning their ways. And then ... suddenly there was nothing to guide me anymore, nobody to hold on to. Call it foolish, but pausing the world around me felt like a good idea at the time." Diana talked quite freely, given the alcohol's assistance. Her gaze switched between her glass, Kris's eyes and Amsel's mechanical arms. She only looked over to Tia once she was done talking, expecting the tough know-an-answer-to-everything Freelancer to have just the fitting one-liner to react to the short tale.
There were numerous more stories to be told, but few of them were suitable for a conversation between four individuals that , for the most part, barely knew one another outside of the events that had taken place that evening. Her hand reached down to her pouch once more, as if she was slowly pressured into accessing something contained within. Her movements were quite subtle, contrary to her tipsy state. Whatever it was, she wasn't taking pride in it.
