He smiled slightly as he looked at the controls, "Back to my good sweet home, Despayre if you dont mind. Home of the Rogue Empire." he said as the ship jumped into hyperspace. "I am going back to see what my next assignment is. Probably another diplomatic one somewhere. What about you? Got a job or anything lined up?" he said as he looked at her examination of his ship... she was definately royalty of sorts...

"Job?" That one little word popped out before Chiisai could stop it, the very tone of her voice giving away her contempt. Her work a job? But then again, it was a perfect cover and reason to be leaving so she quickly turned her tone around. "Yes, job. I go for job, but no on Despayre. I get ride from there." She explained, her tone sounding quite reasonably, her very face one of perfect innocence. "And what empire?"

He smiled slightly... definately royalty... "Well, Rogue Empire is a collection of planets that makes it up, so far it is a strong government with a military to back it up. I am sure you could get a job there that would suit a lady such as yourself... You might be good at government like governing a city or I am sure I could find you a job if you want..." he said as he got out of the cockpit and looked at her, he shook his head and got a drink of water, "That is if you want. The Rogue Empire is a safe place for anyone that is on the run or looking for a place to stay."

"An empire with, like, emporer on throne?" Chiisai wanted to know, thinking this over. Her run a city? NO way, someone was always trying to kill people like that. She preferred to slide in under radar and, most definitely, she preferred not to die. Suddenly narrowing her eyes, she watched Chris now that he was up and moving. "Why you say I can govern city? You no know I can."

He looked at her, "Emperor Fearson. And yes, he does sit on a thone at times." he looked at her face questioningly and shruged, "The reason why I thought you might make a good governor or governess is because you have a good since of command at you, the ability to give orders with authority. But I could be wrong. Sometimes certain ladies dont belong working on a job..." he said, figuring it might push a button...

"What kind certain lady?" Chiisai asked, her voice so sweet you could have made dessert with it. Unbeknownst to him, Chris had suddenly embarked on a journey over very thin ice.

He smiled softly, "Well, some Ladies of culture and class think themselves not good for any job. Some just end up getting married off to rich husbands... but others, are the rogues, the true beautiful gems. They are worth their weight in gold and have determination behond their years..." he said looking at her with a smile.

Was this person trying to sweet talk her? Chiisai snorted, folding her arms and still watching his suspiciously. "Why you say I lady anyways? Maybe I no lady." She informed him, her bad grasp of common giving her statement several meanings, none of which she meant.

He looked at her and shook his head, "One of the tasks I proform is as a diplomat, and I can tell when people have been raised in royalty, brought into it abruptly, or not royal at all. And you, Ma'am, have aleast been brought up as a lady, now..." he said as he looked at her, "Do I need to explain myself more or are you satisfied with my answers?" He said as he looked at her, "Either way, I mean you no harm." He shook his head and sat down near her.

Sniffing again, Chiisai put her little nose in the air and regarded Chris thoughtfully. She would admit that she herself practically oozed royalty and refinement. Even a blind man could see that of course. "No, I have questions. What this empire do?"