Zeta's left eyebrow slides up his forhead as a sarcastic grin spreads across his face. "Well, let me think...."
Cicion is busy mumbling off ingredients when suddenly he sneezes.
"Bless you." Anic says.
"Huh? Oh. No, that was the name of one of the ingredients." He continues, this time squinting at the fine print.
"Beetles?" Anic asks quizzikly.
"Yeah. Beetles. Itty bitty ones. Like the one over there." Zeta responds pointing near a slumped patron currently spazzing out over counter.
Anic looks around just in time to see the man sucked into a pinpoint on the counter. A loud crunch splits the silence as the last toe dissapears.
"Ew! Yuck." Anic exhales. "I can see why it's so undisclosed."
"I never said that's what the project was." Zeta states as he takes a sip from the, now gone, patron's glass.
Cicion quietly swipes the patron's wallet.
"But, I suppose I should mention something."
Anic leans in, and Zeta continues in a quiet whisper "There's talk within certain unspoken circles of exposing the project. Now, rumor has it that it might have something to do with the ancient Egyptian tombs, Sargatanus, and a stalwart female pilot, but that's only rumor. I suspect this is the work of the fabled Vixan "
Overhearing the conversation (as most bartenders do), Cicion stops mumbling glances in the group's direction.
Cammander Anic leans back into his stool, arms wrapped across his chest, as he considers the chip of info.
"Why, you looking for her?" Zeta asks with a smile.