[color=440e62]Firuzeh, Cafe[/color]

"Ah, but not as lovely as you, my gallant friend. Apologies but, which side was the scarred one, again?" Firuzeh playfully teased, sipping silently from a sweet, non alcoholic cocktail of fruits and a fizzy drink - it was surprisingly good, despite the cheesy name the drink had been given. "Everything in safe and sound!" She declared - albeit quietly, so that merely Vellios and other crewmates within her immediate vicinity could hear. Even so, she took no risks, refusing to speak of the smuggled weapons directly. "All the parts and components are finally in - and security didn't even bother shaking me down over having my uniform folded the wrong way for company policy or something!" She crowed, cramming as much innocent relief into her words as she could without her acting being obvious. "So how's our friend? Still feeling sick? Guards were still grumpy so I've not been in the loop for the stomach flu he picked up in Omega." She raised an eyebrow, looking around. "Everyone else seems to be doing fine, though."