[i]Nat grabbed the box and placed it inside the trunk with a chuckle, as she grabbed her sword from the belt she wore and cut the brick into fourths, as they fell into a layer of wrapping below. She handed Damien one of them as the opened side was pointed to the roof of the opened trunk. "Damn, gotta find a pimp and steal his pipe soon, opium doesn't do itself." [/i]

[i]"Could always just... Eat it."[/i] [b]Damien grinned, taking his portion and shoving it under his arm. He'd deal with it later... [/b] [i]"So... That makes you what? Local drug dealer?"[/i]

[i]"Nah, daughter of a Lieutenant here, just a seller of illicit goods." Nat remarked with a joke shortly following her words, though she was technically making her money to pay bills back home through various drug trades, so she could be considered a dealer of sorts. [/i]

[i]"Ohhh... Sounds lame."[/i] [b]He chuckled, not able to get a solid read on her. Soldier? Hippie? Who was she and why was she out here doing drugs?[/b] [b]Damien had to admit, the car was nice, and she was packing but the eventuality of it was simple, she was a rebel type... Lieutenant his ass.[/b] [i]"You got a name? Something besides stoner and drugee?"[/i] [b]He questioned, his voice full of humor, even though he was actually curious. Eventually he shoved his hands into the deep pockets of his jacket as his pupils narrowed to thin slits like a cat's. He was an oddity himself, but he wasn't stupid. Drugs weren't common, and he had seen plants on the planet he hadn't seen elsewhere. How were drugs being produced?[/b]

[i]"Natalie Truman," the woman said in response as she shut the door of her car closed and looked to Damien, as a feeling of intrigue washed all throughout her head as she seen his eyes. She was under the assumption that they were some damn good contacts, either that or the weed was kicking in. "You?" [/i]