"Of course," Zoroka said, with amusement shining in her eyes.
They may not even take his ship, but he clearly wanted to talk about his crew mates. Perhaps cataloging his friends was meditative for him and would take his mind off dealing with a half-demon and a mindflayer. She didn't entirely blame Zig. Assuming she and Vashir ever became close, who's to say he wouldn't drill a hole into her skull and suck her brains out with a straw while she slept?
Her smile widened at the thought. That wasn't Vahir's way. Knowing him, he'd sooner erase her memory of him--as if they never were--if things went poorly between them. She seemed to recall a rumor about some hysterical girl at a brothel who'd seen his face.
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