Tau listened to his explanation, and, after scrutinizing Titan, seemed to accept it. Recalling the moment-- [color=gray][b]"Vitals...?"[/b][/color] --she then spoke: [color=gray][b]"Oh, yeah."[/b][/color] Grimacing, clearly very uncomfortable, she offered an explanation: [color=gray][b]"There's a lot of people in the Marketplace. It makes me nervous. I needed to keep my head clear. So I took... medication... to help me get through it."[/b][/color] Tau folded her hands on the table; they were shaking. She averted her gaze in shame and chewed on her lip. [color=gray][b]"I took a different one for a more... [i]energetic[/i] focus, after we left Freedom's to deliver the parcel."[/b][/color] She began picking at some dead skin on her finger. [color=gray][b]"Usually I take a different one to get through... my shift,"[/b][/color] she said vaguely, casting a glance full of sadness towards the main bar, which was now empty of patrons. Kaufmann was nowhere to be found, probably in the basement preparing for the next onslaught of customers. [color=gray][b]"And,"[/b][/color] she whispered, [color=gray][b]"another to sleep..."[/b][/color]

She slumped back into the seat, raising her eyes to him and preparing herself for negative reactions and judgement. He hadn't seem too accepting of the drug culture here so far, and she doubted her explanation would affect much change in his mind.