"I did not ask what was common," she points out. "I asked whether you preferred it."

She sips her drink and licks her lips with a blue tongue.

"Would you have me pay my respects, Mitthrawn Uruodo?" Her accent is clipped and distinct, and she makes no attempt to erase it. Better an Alternian accent than to stumble over the syllables themselves in an attempt at nuances she doesn't yet know how to hear.