. Patterson had stopped and turned to back up T'Lin. He mumbled, just loud enough to be heard, "Not like he has enough below it to hold anything up."
. Misty, several steps down the corridor, groaned inwardly, thinking to herself, ~Please ignore them for frak's sake!~ She kept walking, trying to ignore both her guests and the fighting men.
. Taking advantage of his distraction, the Gorn kneed the Nausicaan in the crotch, and as he folded, he rolled him off to the side. He turned towards T'Lin and hissed, "Can't take that one, Herlok, blood's too hot for either of us!" Suddenly, he straighted and exclaimed, "Oi! She's Vulcan, ain't she? What the heck's a Vulcan doin' out here, eh?"
The Tankard
. "Aw, crap," Davies groaned, stopping several paces from Patterson and T'Lin. Misty just kept walking.
. Patterson looked over at T'Lin and said, "Ain't got time to be screwing around with these low-lifes. We've got a job to take care of, remember?"
. T'Lin tapped the side of her nose, then her temple, a signal indicating that she was collecting information from them and adding even these simple comments to her 'database'.
. The Nausicaan recovered slightly and rolled to a wall. He looked as though he was about to say something, then he paled and quickly turned to puke on the floor, splattering himself and the Gorn in the process.
. The Gorn groaned, "Aww, come on, Herlok, not again! I just bought these boots!"
. T'Lin quipped, "Baking soda and vinegar will get it out real nice."
. "Amateurs," Davies muttered as T'Lin and Patterson finally turned and walked past him. He was growing a bit concerned that they were taking too long just to get to their rendezvous. They didn't have time for these distractions.
. As they reached an intersection, Misty glanced around, then gestured, "This should be the place, crew, let's go."