*Jillian takes a long drag on her cigarette, and nods.*
Jillian: As you say, Zeta.
*She turns to regard Vaseraga, and stares at him for a moment before replying.*
Jillian: We will see.

*John has been quiet this whole time, and shrugs at Vaseraga.*
John: Vase buddy not to be downer or anything but six-shooter chick has a point...
*He then scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.*
John: And I agree with Horus, why don't we get some drinks, and try to relax. 
*He almost looks disgusted as the doctor reminds them about storm.*
John: That... is also very true.

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*Sasha makes a frustrated sigh, partly because of her injuries and the situation.*
Sasha: I'm sure John isn't helping... Why are they fighting?