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[heavyhanded]

[ The interior of a Mac apartment! And Jaime is slumped in a chair, holding what looks like a... solid gold wine bottle, and not looking pleased. ]

I've heard talk of "superpowers" among the imPorts. Perhaps I've found mine. If this is meant to be a blessing, then the gods here play japes just as cruel as the ones I've known in Westeros. [ A wry smile, and he tilts the bottle upside down. Nothing pours out. ] Why, I'd barely even started this bottle.

The banks here will take my coinage gladly enough, do you think they'll take my drink, as well?

[ He peers into the bottle, sighs, and tosses it away with a heavy clunk. ]

It was poor wine, anyway.

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[gofortheoptics]

Is that all women are good for where you're from?

[Not that she hasn't seen gender inequality before, but the quarians can hardly be picky with their leaders as long as they're qualified and motivated...]

[heavyhanded]

I hear they're also good for bearing children.

[ and with what might be a tiny curve of an actual smile: ] But at least one of them is damned good with a sword.

[gofortheoptics]

Did her parents just have the good sense not to warn her away from something she actually showed promise at?

[But she sees that smile and she's curious about it.]

And you were friends with her?

[heavyhanded]

[ ...Good question, he'd never asked. He'd just assumed Brienne had been dropped out of the womb holding a sword. So he'll just skip that question. ]

I doubt she would say so, if you put the question to her.

[gofortheoptics]

I didn't ask whether she considered you a friend, I asked whether you were friends with her or not.

[In other words, how does he feel about her.]

[heavyhanded]

[ He actually pauses with that, and darts a glance over at Tali. It's not a question he'd ever considered before... It's also a little more meaningful than he'd like. Good thing he has that old standby of sarcasm, right? ]

If you'd ever met her, you'd know better than to ask. The wench is even uglier than I'd imagined you to be. I've never made friends with sows, and I hadn't planned on starting any time soon.

[gofortheoptics]

[If she could only unsee that glance -- however brief -- she'd be a lot more offended. As it is, she's just going to shake her head.]

Of course. Think of how it would tarnish your reputation, being friends with people who had talent and personality.

[heavyhanded]

[ and for his part, Jaime will just be happy in the comfortable lie that he totally pulled that deflection off and was completely believed. awww yeah. ]

I have plenty enough of those about me without needing to add any cows to the lot.

[gofortheoptics]

At home, maybe.

[What does he have here so far? She's not saying he's un-likeable, she's just saying ... okay, she's kind of saying that. Indirectly.]

[heavyhanded]

[ He catches that, but only smiles. ]

Are you concerned that I might get lonely? My lady is too kind.

[gofortheoptics]

Oh, I'm sure you'll have plenty of credits -- dollars -- to spare if you find yourself lonely.

[She smirks.]

I'm sure you'll survive.

[heavyhanded]

It's worked well enough for you, so I dare say I will survive.

[gofortheoptics]

[She's going to ignore the implication that she's whoring herself for money, since she's used to being contracted out.]

Once you figure out how to eat a full meal without turning it into revenue, at least.

[heavyhanded]

Maybe I'll pay some beautiful woman to feed me. [ pointed.. glance... ] Tell me if you come across any, won't you?

[gofortheoptics]

[Whatever Jaime, it's not like she'd ever feed you okay

...unless you were really starving.]

You could always search on your communicator. Or ask someone on the network.

Better yet, ask a stranger on the street. I'm sure they'll fall over themselves to help.