Perhaps the young lady has a metabolism that is a bit different, or the dart wasn't manufactured properly. Whatever. It appears that she's intelligent...enough to fake sleep quite successfully. But you're definitely correct in one respect, we do have a problem – a big problem."The girl turned to Richardson. "I don't like that stuff you shot me with. I still feel tingly and somewhat groggy." Give her the antidote. She's awake anyway."Richardson reached in a pocket of his uniform, took out a patch,. The reception was strictly a social event, held at a private club decorated to resemble an English Gentleman’s Club, complete with wooden paneling, leather seating, low-level lighting to resemble historic gas or candle light, and even a butler and servants. It was a wonderful evening, and both of them drank more than the single evening’s drink that they normally indulged in. After a couple of hours, they found themselves sharing a table with a gentleman, and two ladies. The man was a ruggedly. There wasn't a lot to do sitting in hyperspace between planet falls and cooking was one of his few hobbies.James checked the passive scans and confirmed that the interdiction patrol had indeed scurried back to wherever they came from. He didn't want to take any chances that he might be detected. While the Didgeridoo did have a couple of offensive tricks up her sleeve, it was much better to rely on not being found in the first place. The best jobs were those where the authorities never even knew. She was particularly attracted to one beutifully and realistically molded blonde mannequin wearing a beautiful stretch-lace catsuit over its opulent curves... and then suddenly turned away in embarrassment as she realised that the suit was crotchless and the mannequin was accurately-detailed, indeed.But the thought of the shimmering golden hair against the black lace seemed to linger with her, and the odd glow she felt warmed a little more.Still a bit flustered, she turned abruptly away to walk.