[D15, EA, briefing room, expecting] What could we do?

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun divides his attention between watching Fee work and the information she's finding.

"Reckon you're having more luck than I would. My previous jobs have been more about the, uh, application of force than about research."

[Felicity]

"Eehm, likewise, but the work often went quiet. Garrison duties." Felicity replies without looking away. Her tail had begun to flick periodically in agitation. "I cannot find that Wolverine at all."

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun chuckles. "Lots of people don't like paying mercenaries to sit around. So I've seen plenty of real short, real specific contracts. And uh, I haven't always used downtime productively either," he says, recalling some of his mercenary experiences with a grimace and a shake of his head.

[Felicity]

This caused her to glance back at him. "Should I ask?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun rubs at his missing beard.

"'Should' is a tough thing," he observes. "I seen plenty of things, and I reckon plenty were things I shouldn't have. But things are as they are, not as we would have them." The last sentence sounds like it's from a voice other than Bruun's, but he said it with the ease of a practiced thing.

He leans back in his seat. "What do you want to know?"

[Felicity]

"Eehm, it's a whole big bunch of unknown to me. Maybe start somewhere if you're okay with sharing? I can't ask about what I don't know, si?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

"Well, you were wondering about my, ah, not so productive downtime as a mercenary," he recalls. "That was mostly when I was younger. I reckon when you become a mercenary at 18, you've got plenty of wild energy to use, and you're mostly around people that encourage you to use it, even in stupid ways just because it's funny for them."

He looks thoughtful for a moment. "Reckon I probably outlived all those people, which is a mighty good example of 'better lucky than good.'"

[Felicity]

"Are there a few baby Bruuns running around?" That was her first thought so it just sort of popped out of her mouth.

"Lucky has a goodness all of its own, si?" She made a rolling hand gesture. "So...?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

"Ah," Bruun chuckles. "Not any that I know of. But there's plenty of possibility, I suppose. And at some point you start worrying, especially when you've had a number of nights where all you can remember is, 'I was drinking a lot, and... I'm out.'"

[Felicity]

"I remember a few nights like that, but luckily no unexpected accidents." She chuckled slightly herself.

"Okay, so, you survived, si? We both knew that much. What else did you spend your downtime on aside from drinks and skirt chasing? You... don't strike me as much of a gambler."