>Issac stands. He's slightly built, and has his hair cut in a  
>regulation marine high&tight. "Yes, I am. I'm Issac. So far you and I  
>are it. " He gestures to the chair. "Have a sit...would you like a  
>drink?" He's half-turned and is gesturing to a waiter as he says this.

Merinn bows slightly in the traditional Vilani greeting and sits down. "A cola will be fine; alcohol doesn't agree with me, I'm afraid." She notices the music and smiles slightly. "What branch of the service were you in?"

JR