"A bottle of your finest whiskey, two glasses." she ordered, the the waiter bowed slightly. Chris raised his eyes questioningly.
"I have a feeling we'll need it after this chat" she said, smiling slightly.
"Well then Chris, I thank you for helping me... you are an exile then, how powerful is your fleet? And this business deal you speak of... what can I help you with?"
She drained the last of the glass of wine, somehow looking elegant while drinking like a pirate. That's what happened when you mixed a miner with a middle class lady...