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Connor smiled at Nigel's staring, assuming that he was checking her out. Which he was technically doing. And then, the Lion spoke;

"Isn't she beautiful? Such delicate design, I'm sure she was meant to be in the entertainment industry as opposed to here in a bar and grille." He noted, assuming Connor knew what she was. "Those eyes alone cost 1000 credits each. How she managed to get down here is a wonder."

"Is dat yer way o' checkin' a girl ou'? Aren' ye suppose' t' go fer dose o'her lions? And wha' ye mean 1000 credi's? Sellin' organs in t' black marke'? Dey are qui'e 'as'y." Connor spoke, his voice full of curiosity and confusion, although, when it came to buying human organs in the black market... His mind basically wondered, drool slowly dripping down from his mouth.