It was quiet in the car as Princess Jee-hanna and her chaperone seated themselves in the limousine. Tank and I sat with our backs against the partition and the Princess and her chaperone sat facing forward. The chaperone's face was severe, her hair pulled sharply off her face, her lips pursed and eyes were tiny and beady and dull. I didn't think I was going to like her. I shot a friendly smile at the Princess who stared back at me intently.

She was smaller than I expected. From the back she might have been mistaken for a twelve year old, but her two layered tank tops and her tight, hip hugging tattered jeans showed off the curves a blossoming adolescent. Except for her expression, she looked like an ordinary teenybopper. She had a poise and intensity about her that you don't often see in a kid. She didn't return my smile.

"You are the one they call the Bomb Bounty Hunter?"

Oh jeez, not her too. I rolled my eyes and felt Tank twitch beside me in a silent laugh. "Bombshell. Some of my 'friends'," and I shot a look at Tank as I said the word 'friends', "occasionally call me 'Bombshell'."

She nodded somberly. "Ah. You are the one that avenged the death of your uncle with my friend Ahmed."

Oh god, she knows that horny little teenage sheik? "You know Ahmed? How nice." I said in my sweetest Auntie Stephanie voice. "Yeah, he was there when I took down Shempsky at the Newark Airport. Are you two friends?"

"He said that you would not let him feel your breasts, even though he offered you large sums of money."

The eyes of the chaperone got smaller and harder and her lips pursed even tighter, if that were possible. She glared at me and I gave her the 'Hey, don't look at me, it's not my fault' look. Beside me, I could feel Tank twitching again.

"I do not know why he would want to feel your breasts. They look quite small to me."

Either Tank was having an epileptic fit or he was about to give birth to a hernia from trying to hold everything in. I was beginning to understand why the Secret Service might not want to go near this kid. I was having the same feeling myself. I shot her my fiercest burg-babe glare.

"Well isn't it a good thing that he was able to save his money."

"I let him feel my breasts and he gave me a necklace."

"Honey! Don't let a boy go feeling up your breasts for a necklace!"

"Why not? It felt good."

"Did you want him to feel up your breasts?"

"Oh, yes."

"Oh, well then. That's different. And you got a necklace as well? Bonus."

"Would you like to see it?" From around her neck she pulled out a fine gold chain. Hanging on the chain was a very large dark amethyst stone that was cut into a serpentine shape. "Quite righteous, is it not?

It was beautiful. I smiled at her and she smiled back. "Quite righteous."

With an imperative gesture, she directed her chaperone to change seats with me. I shrugged and gave her the old 'kids will be kids' grimace but the older woman just glared at me. If her lips got any tighter, she was going to need cosmetic surgery to eat.

As I settled into the seat next to the Princess, she leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Your friend there," she shot a glance at Tank who looked distinctly uncomfortable at the two of his eyeing him. "He is quite nice to look at? No?"

I shot a mischievous glance at Tank before turning back to whisper to the Princess. "Quite nice. But you should see his boss!" I flexed my eyebrows up and down several times for emphasis. She giggled.

"Most righteous?"

"Most righteous!"

We then spent the rest of the ride into the city discussing with great detail the various physical attributes of the Merry Men, much to the discomfort of Tank and Hal who were well aware of whom we were whispering about.