Lucy stormed into the pub with a thunder under her boots. She left the guard to fumble in an attempt to catch her side arm as she tossed it carelessly, her focus elsewhere. She stopped momentarily to scan the bar, her brow furrowing as she did. 'Where is that son of a...' she thought to herself, her eyes narrowing further as she spotted Karim laughing with a group in a booth. The thunder returned as she made her way over, giving him little time to react. "A pleasure to meet you George! I... Oh shi-" His words were cut off as Lucy gruffly grabbed him by the shoulder, her nails managing to dig through his pilot's jacket. "You. Come with me. Now.""Ow, ow, ow, Lucy, c'mon, stop!" Karim bleated his pleas for mercy as he was being dragged by the lady much smaller than himself, but to no avail. Lucy dragged him to a dark corner in the bar and threw him up against the wall. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Are you trying to get yourself kicked out of here, like the last place? Did you forget what it was like last time we had to live on our own?" "Lucy, I was just having a little fun- Agch!" Pain cuts off Karim's words once again as Lucy stomps on his foot with all her weight. "Fun? Fun? You think that we can afford to have fun? Do you think living off what we can find in dumpsters and eating out of a dead guy's ship is fun? Do you really want to risk what we have here and go back to that, for what, a little fun? What the hell are you thinking?" Lucy's breathing is short, her eyes furrowed and fixed on Karim, slowly watching his expression fade. She drops him abruptly and turns away from him, too disgusted to face him. Karim's head remains lowered as he remains on his hands and knees, bearing his shame. The lofty brown mane on his head bobs slightly as he turns to speak to Lucy. "I understand what you're feeling. I remember how bad it was living like that, and I'm sorry to threaten the life we've made for ourselves. But I ask you, what is the point of living when you have to make every decision with hesitation, and turn every corner with fear? What kind of a life have we crafted when we cannot relax and reflect on our hard work?" Karim raises his head more as he speaks to Lucy's back, her head barely turned to hear him. Her arm's unfolded too quickly for him once again as she whirls around and raises her boot into his gut. Caught off-guard, Karim flips over onto his side, his eyes barely able to catch the tears swelling in Lucy's eyes. "I'll tell you what kind of life we've crafted. One where we are kicking and breathing." She storms off without another word, leaving Karim on his side gasping for breath. Her shoulder catches the guard's roughly as she lifts her side arm from him on her way out, not looking back. Karim groans and slowly pulls himself up with a table, hobbling to his previous booth. "Sorry mates, I think I'm going to have to take a bit of a breather for now outside the pub. The rest of that bottle's on me. Cheers." He nods to the bottle of whiskey and slowly winces on his last words, making his way for the entrance. The guard, brushing his shoulder off from a rough encounter with Lucy sizes Karim up suspiciously, and upon seeing he's been on the same receiving side, he relaxes to his usual stance and returns Karim's weapons. They nod mutually as Karim continues on towards docking bays, leaning up against the wall in view of his Waran and sliding a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up and resting his head against the wall with slight relief, smoke bellowing low from the corner of his mouth.