Thing watched him, contemplating whether putting her sidearm on the table was a smart idea after all. "The most dangerous are those with nothing more to loose...." she mumbled, just loud enough for him to catch what she said. She finishes her wine and stands, walking cautiously over to where he was opening the bottle of vodka at the bar. She nods as he offers her another drink.
"I... Do forgive me, but I simply don't understand. Why are you have risked everything to help people like us... Most would be happy if we all just ceased to exist. The Corsairs are seen as no better then us, and we are nothing more then a group of thieves...." she sighed and put the glass up on the bar before running her fingers across a pattern chiseled roughly into the counter top. All she wanted to do was to give this man a hug. She knew what it was like, loosing family and a home.
After he poured them another drink, she nods a thanks. "You've already lost so much... Just by trying to help. Can't you go back to your wife and kids?" She stops, the look of concern she had was replaced with what could have been fear for a second. She shakes her head and quickly turns her back to him, walking toward the table again. "I'm sorry, it's not my place to say anything."
She cursed at herself under her breath, this was not the time to get involved with anyone's personal life. As much as she felt for this man, she had been ordered to keep this visit strictly business. Thing had a drink of the vodka, her back still turned to him, as she reminded herself of the consequences of disobeying, and hoping he wouldn't react badly to that comment.