Tim Finnegan places the hefty stack of c-bills into Tess' hands and watches Mr Holliday mount the stairs to the Guest Rooms with a wry smile.
She accepts it with a wink and a "Govna."
Johnny, counting his tips from the good Doctor smiles and says, "'At's a right fine old chap, that one." and continues to professionally ignore the goings-on with the Zoner, the indie-Junker and the lovely Corsair.
Pip picks up her tray, stands, and stuffing her winnings into her bodice, bounces back to check on her tables after quickly wiping down the card table in preparation for it's next guests.
Declan, eyeing the tall Corsair lass with less couth than a Hacker on an Agiera transport, almost fails to notice the sidearms on the two Congress members who enter quetly and head for the private .:j:.Congress Lounge. Almost.
Still, he nods and smiles at them as they pass, the dirtier of the two slapping the man-mountain doorman on the back.
Finnegan, with a nod, a finger laid on his nose, and a crooked grin, signals the staff to keep an eye out, as he turns and stalks after the other Congressmen to the Lounge, Tess shortly behind him.
The Keepers had gone as quickly as they'd come, leaving no trail but for damaged Congress vessels.
His need for revenge unquenched, he storms off, clack-clacking his cane, to tend a bit of Congress business.