She looks at the Vodka, before taking it in to her hand and downing the shot. Her eyes glint with relief at the taste of the vodka, making them sparkle.
"Very tasty, fine, but not hard. I can put up with that for a while." Licking her lips, and then forming them in to a bright, wide smile.
"I have not, but I would like to take you up on your offer of a wash. Though otherwise I will sleep with in my ship. I do not want to burden you to much." She looks at Michael and then looks around the bar, "shall we find a quiet place to sit down, with a good bottle of that Vodka?"
Michael drinks another glass of Vodka, look at Marine and starts laughing. Since he couldnt stop laughing, he takes a deep breath to calm himself down.
"Sorry, was thinking on something else for a moment. I'm glad you like Vodka, we can finish this bottle on that table in the corner.
Michael shows her a table that was in corner of a bar with a candle on it and near window that was looking at Islay's cloud. He takes his glass and a bottle of Vodka and starts walking towards table.
"And you know, you don't need to sleep on your ship. There's few rooms on Islay that are empty, and I'm sure you'd like it. It has almost everything; Bathroom, bed, kitchen and living room outfitted with all kind of nice stuff. You sure you wanna stay on your ship?"
"Mmm, maybe I should. Or I may end up missing the pleasure of touching rugs, when I am clean and resting, so to speak." She sits oppersite to Michael, able to read his eyes and reactions for a more formal feeling, in the sense of the word, dispite her appearance.
"So what supplies would you be interested in getting mostly?" She begins abruptly, going straight to the point.
Michael thinks for a moment, and then moves his chair closer to Marine. He looks at her eyes, and starts talking.
I don't know... How about you tell me what nice stuff can you bring me. Few parties are already supplying us, plus our income, we currently arent in need for some common commodities. How about you bring something special from Gallia, just for me?"
Michael smiles and pours a bit more Vodka in his glass.
Marine becomes stunned at Michael's last statement, and stutters a little before beginning to speak. "M-m-may I ask what these goods are that you already receive from Gallia? I only ask as it would be better to know, making it better for me to decide what we shall agree that we shall bring to you."
Michael smiles, but then he looks at Marine suspiciously. He looks at her, and smiles again.
"Well... We get Nox, Cryocubes, some wine and usual stuff. But what I wanted... Is something else. Junkers are rather known as good smugglers. So... Could you get me something more rare?"
Marine shrugs at the word Nox, Knowing for sure that its the Union Corse. She then relax's before opening, "Mmm, we may be, we may not be. What would this commodity be?"
She then opens a small device and reads aloud, "We can offer you Light arms, and munitions to go with them I believe, and maybe some high-temperature alloy's. Though these are what we are certain of at the moment thanks to my husband."
Michael sees that Marine knows lots of things, but he's ignoring her and tries to be relaxed and less informative towards Marine.
"Light arms? How about something more dangerous."
Michael pulls chaur closer to Marine and leans towards her so noone can hear their conversation. Once again, he checks that noone isnt around, and continues.
"Ever heard for Plutonium? I'd like to get my hands on some of those. Plutonium, Nuclear devices, Mox... That's the stuff I want. And I know how risky is to transport them around, so I'l pay you for this."
Looking closely back to Michael she moves her hands slowly, with purpose as she talks, 2Well, Gallic Fire arms are certainly more dangerous then the firearms that you are akin to in sirius. Though if you are after a dangerous Gallic export I will have to spend time in ensuring that we select the right commodity for yourself. Though some gallic designed weaponry wouldn't go a miss in your armouries. It may even improve them as well."
A mock smile forms across her face whilst her eyes glint with interest. " I have heard of the stuff. I'm sure that our personnel can find them in sirius. Though we rarely go far in to sirius, unless its for something really grand or plain simply junk collection, if you get my drift."
Michael starts laughing, and looks around. He had a smile on his face, but not for long. He got even closer to Marine, and continued his explaining.
"Do you really think that some Gallic crap is better than Nuclear bombs? I wouldnt say that. Those are used for atleast 1000 years, and they seem to be efficient enough. Just imagine... A small bomb, with a size of a box, can destroy everything in radius of 20 kilometers. And don't forget radiation and all other side effects."
Michael seem to impress himself, so he smiles and takes some Vodka.
"So much power... In my hands... Uh. Price doesn't matter, get me some of these."