[BlueInTheShell]

"For real hermana. Get to your ship. You're passing out on all of us. Last thing we need is our pilot dying of exhaustion in the middle of like, a pirate raid. I doubt any one of could probably steer the thing either. Considering your kind and all." Riola teased, tapping her head with a finger to try and keep her awake. At the very best he could try and coerce her at least into the ship if needed because Rosa looked like death turned over.

With Atrix's focus back on Mendez, Nokra's silence was short lived and his head shot in the direction of the girl that they were all talking about; the Felis inching back towards Magali and making sure the spider-like woman didn't do anything to try and suck her brains out or poison her. Paranoia took over of course and Nokra raised a brow; his tail swishing back and forth slowly. "Your head okay? Just making sure. And making sure those drugs are clearing out of your system too." A small pause. "I say sell out the chick. Buy someplace nice on a paradise world. Live out hour life." Nokra said, putting in his two cents and receiving a small grunt from Atrix, who shrugged her shoulder.

"The fact we're having this conversation as well tells us a lot about ourselves." Atrix chimed, continuing the physical assaults on Mendez in the form of pinches and idles rubs; the Terskix resuming her blinking go keep the half-Edensian enthralled in her web. "The bedroom it'll have to be then." She added, using her fourth hand to pinch Mendez's face together and plant a little peck on his lips; Riola looking towards the two, then towards Rosalind. He was rather grateful they were...Normal? Seems like the word for this at least.

The door to Hyun's office slammed open and the Chuzizian was in sight once more, the magenta-colored woman storming down towards the bar with a small entourage of purple-inked gangers, the crew behind her snickering and causing all manners of mischief. A few of them slamming drinks from patrons onto the ground and picking fights (or at least trying to.) One of the rougher looking gangers even shot a venomous leer towards the group of Hyun's guests (Eyes locked on the three Felis of course.) It was a small trip down and when they approached the bar, a few of them circled around Ashi and Shaldag.

"Oi dipshits. Hyun wants words. From both of you."

Hyun looked less than pleased. In one hand a bottle with a quarter left of whatever alcohol was in it swished and swirled in a circle, and in the other hand was a some sort of metal pole, Hyun flicking her wrists to spur a small pike of energy from the tip, which crackled and hummed.

Shaldag looked towards Ashi for a moment with a quirked brow. "...You must have said something really stupid if she's planning on what I think she's doing."