[i]"Energy drinks are for pussies."[/i] [b]She remarked, sliding something off the drawer near her door, tossing it to Ian. It was a long range communication device.[/b] [i]"I assume you don't have one. Use this instead next time."[/i] [b]It definitely more sleek and advanced than Damien's old radio. It was a rectangular device about six inches long, three inches wide. It had a screen, some simple range dials, and a contact list already installed. General people to call... Most of them from the outer rim areas of NTR aerospace.[/b] [i]"But it's like, two in the morning anywhere near the gas giants right now... So don't call."[/i]