"Tallinn's not my type, anyway, to tell the truth. For mysterious reasons beyond my understanding, I seem to only like womanizing assholes who are bound to leave me in the end."
Though it sounded like it could have been, it wasn't really a jab at Quinlan. In truth, Zahi was thinking of Bujari in that moment. There was part of her that still couldn't believe that, when she'd fallen, been left half dead and out of favor, he hadn't come to her. Hadn't looked for her. Had he? Sure, their relationship had always been tumultuous, but she would have thought... Well. It wasn't right to say that she 'couldn't believe it.' Of course she could. And would she have acted any differently if their positions had been changed?
Zahi wouldn't admit it, but she knew she would have. And was any of it really a mystery, she wondered, thinking back to the man in Zantaric who had pulled her up off the streets...
"Not that I want anyone to stay," Zahi added hastily, in a tone that was just barely making fun of herself, after her moment of reverie.
A shadow of suspicion passed through Zahi's mind at Quinlan's off-hand inquiry about her job 'working out.' As much as she wanted to trust him, she wasn't sure with Quinlan that she could really put anything past him. So for now she just made a noncommittal sound and said dryly, "Well, I think it was more that moonshine picking you for me. But," her eyes flicked over him before returning to his, "I suppose you fit my profile."