@Irys Akane | @Brenda Hernandez | @Erich Hunter Kasai quirked an amused brow, but said nothing as she led the way to the table in the back. Their little Ceres misadventure was best left unmentioned, impolite company or not. Never knew who was listening, especially in a crowded place like this. She took another healthy swig of her whiskey. It burned away the thoughts of the past few months, but she still set her glass down harder than she meant to. Well. Whatever. ‘Evening, Skip’ echoed around the table as they dealt them in. The officers of Nergal and Strident needed no introduction, but there was one player Kasai didn’t recognize from either crew. Might’ve just been the alcohol, but— “We’d none of us turn a good Martian away,” “More like their dollars,” Belinda snorted beside her. “—but ‘least let us know who it is we’ll be picking clean tonight.” Kasai offered her free hand to the newcomer while she considered her hand. Pity. The numbers were starting to get a bit blurry at the edges.