[h3][color=f6989d]Yasaliah Josk: Pilot[/color][/h3]

The Satasi raised her eyebrows at Tony. Yasaliah let everything else he said slide, not bothering to comment on it. She cared not if this child only spoke in some alien language.[color=f6989d]"Twenty six, huh?"[/color] She looked Rendyl up and down with suspicious mirth.

[color=f6989d]"You guys are gullible. But like I said, it's not my business. I'm just paid to sit around and look pretty...and save everyone's asses all the time."[/color] Josk raised her bet on the table, still having no idea what her cards were. The pilot was leaning back, obviously relaxed. Her index and middle finger rested on her cards, and she dragged them in a circle over the surface.

Taking another puff, the woman blew the smoke over her lips, letting it dribble slowly out and into the air. She tapped the ash over the tray. Her attention once again returned to Rendyl. For one who claimed to be so unconcerned about her, Josk was poking and prodding at the silent one.

[color=f6989d]"Yeah. You got any money? We don't play for free here on the Marauder. We play for keeps. If you don't got cash, you could bet, oh, I dunno, your hat."[/color] She smiled, pointing at Rendyl with the burning end of the cigar.

[color=f6989d]"Hey, if you wait long enough, I'll give you whatever I win from Astrid. I'm generous like that."[/color] Yasaliah had an endless supply of what she viewed was witty remarks. Pleased with herself, she rapped her knuckles on the table impatiently, wanting the game to continue.