[i]"Aye brother, seems both our homes were strange ones," remarked JT as he grabbed a glass of whiskey from the barista as she swam on by, which made the Marshal take a sip out of impulse. "I'm from a country called Cylak, little shithole on Felghast, which is literally the definition of Cyberpunk. Though it was mostly bandits and assorted rabble." Soon after JT received his drink, Treyman grabbed his own from the waitress who swung by him and thanked her. Just before taking a sip he looked to Mara with a grin. "Can't argue with that logic. So Mara, please, tell me about yourself."[/i]