Jay'el
"You're not from the Foothills, so you wouldn't know. The thiefskin is a mark, it marks the descendants of those who stole from us. Those we shunned. It marks the untrustworthy, the murderous. And while you may assume the best about your 'friend', it's obvious he would slit your throat without a second thought if he had the inclination.
"The thing that bothers me the most about you is that you assume so much. You think you know my friends, and me, after less than a day. You think that the solutions to a teenage girl's problems will carry over to the real world, the world of Spheremorphs. You're wrong.
"You sabotaged me, or tried, you assumed on that one too, and no simple apology will make up for that. I can't take you at your word alone. Now if you'll excuse me I need to find some sucker who'll take this Bleeding Sphere."
She walks out and away toward the living quarters.
River
The matches are still going on, so neither of them is present. It's only about 2'o'clock, so dinner is still some ways off. Most people are still watching the fights. But you see there are some stragglers around. A sound distracts you, and you turn to see Peter, now thoroughly sober, standing behind you.
"Hello, River."
Jack Mckinney
Tank is able to reflect the shots that get too close, but the number of them is able to to him off your back while you shift, finishing just as he cleaves through the last of them. His attention is back on you.
Eerongal
There's a bar in the main room. The bartender, a short man with graying hair, is wiping the counter when you come in. He smiles at you, revealing a smile that's more gold teeth than real.
"What'll it be, Morph?"