*So that's the game--deny each other pockets by making it impossible to use them without sinking the opponent's ball. She's in, and studies the table thoughtfully.*

Of a sort. I mentioned I'm a bounty hunter; the organization that hit our colony is my target of choice.

*She leans in, sending the cue ball ricocheting across the table, leaving one stripe hanging on the lip of a pocket and dropping another elsewhere.*

They've... started to learn regret.