Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

"Everything," grumbles Carthrat. "A life of crime, my girlfriend, a mercenary service, my education.."

He kicks the wall (leaving a sizable dent). "Bah. I'm just bitching about stuff that can't be changed."

[Anastasia]

She blinks. "Don't you mean your wife," replying a bit off guard by that.

[Carthrat]

"Oh. Her too," says Carthrat, blushing. "I'm talking about when I was younger."

[Anastasia]

She lets out a breath, then goes on. "Ah, I see. I thought you meant someone else."

[Carthrat]

"I do," replies Carthrat, blinking. "Before Yuki, there was Sarah."

Carthrat shudders. "That was a messy breakup which I may relate to you when you're older."

[Anastasia]

"I not that young, Carthrat," Rachel comments. "My ears won't burn off."

[Carthrat]

"Your age isn't the issue here," notes Carthrat. "It's how long you've known me for."

[Anastasia]

"Huh," she says, frowning a bit. "If you say so," she shrugs, letting the matter rest. Taking another bite from her meal, she glances back over at the captive...

[Carthrat]

"Oh, I do," replies Carthrat, waiting for the woman to wake up..

[Anastasia]

The both of you wolf down the rest of the noodles. While you do so, the captive stirs and finally rises. "Ugh....oh...." she murmurs, disoreinted.

[Carthrat]

"You talk to her, Rachel," quoth Carthrat. "You're better at talking than me."

[Anastasia]

Rachel blinks a moment, mentally prepared to take a more passive role in this. "Sure, if you want," she replies after a moment.

"Hi there," she says as the captive woman moans. "Can you talk yet?"

The woman continues to groan, still barely concious. "Where...who...ugh..." she mutters, slowly raising her head as best she can to look around.

"You're in our room," Rachel says, answering the question. "Did you know you have a bounty on your person?"

[Carthrat]

Carthrat sips some coffee, interested to see how Rachel handles this.

[Anastasia]

"Bounty," Aya murmurs, still trying to get her wits about her. Taking another quick glance at both Rachel and Carthrat, her eyes widen. "Bounty hunters," she hisses.

"That's right," Rachel nods. "You're worth a few thousand credits, if memory serves. That's not counting your ship, which Car...my friend here," she stops herself, using a term besides your name, "has his eyes on."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat rolls his eyes, but lets Rachel keep talking.