[ Well that's an underwhelming reaction. She purses her lips, displeased with his lack of enthusiasm over her obvious skill. It's not every day one can communicate with ghosts, after all. The hand holding her knife begins tapping it against her bare thigh. ]

Ancient's tits, have you ever seen a movie before? [ Now, she's staring at the line of blood dribbling down his cheek. Blood is power. Maybe she'll use his to leave this shithole. ] Which planet do you want to hear about?

[ Without another word, she pushes from the counter and toward him. The braids and beads in her hair clatter with her steps. He's taller than her, not a surprise. ]

Or is it the other way? You tell me your sins and carve me up like a pretty little painting. [ Whether he swats her away or not, she's reaching up to try and smear the blood on his cheek. ] Mind the tattoos.