South was plenty relieved to be on better terms, too... but she wouldn't have admitted as much aloud. Because of course they're on better terms, right? I mean, duh. It's obvious. Why make such a big deal about it? Geez.

She really wasn't feeling the tank-wearing midgets, and was definitely still eying the lovely blue ladies across the way. The suggestion to attempt a trade had her grinning a little, and she sat back in her seat, arms crossed. "Yeah? Think we could?" She paused, thinking for a second. "What, should we try being nice or should we try being intimidating?" Hey, it was a valid question. How in the heck do you get your way in a club full of aliens...?