[D2 EN] Advance Scouting Party (Sidewalk)

[Snorri Tycho]

"I'll see what I can get. If you want, I have a bottle of oak aged whisky. If you want to sample off hours"

[Comstar]

"I'll consider it, but don't let your lady friend get the wrong idea."

Smirking, she went back to the other end of the bar to refill another drink.

[Snorri Tycho]

"Perish the thought." Snorri finishes his beer and motions for another beer. If she returns he'll offer a small smile and a distant look.

"I don't have time to keep up elaborate lies Ms. Fielding. My work has me one foot in the grave, and likely will be until the day that I die. I don't want to live with any regrets, that I didn't wring every drop that I could out of life. That I could have sucked the marrow out of the bones of life but chose not to, living in quiet desperation to my last day. I make no promises I can't keep, and don't lead anyone else on. I am here to get what I can before my time" He rings his finger around the rim of the mug. "And if that leads to chatting with such charming company as yourself, I don't see a problem"

[Comstar]

"Oh, so dramatic."

She refilled the drink. "And only on two drinks. Before long you'll be giving a treatise on philosophy. You're a soldier then?"

A knowing smile. "We've had them come through before, but non so courteous or refined."

[Snorri Tycho]

The blonde offers a chuckle. "I did lay it on a bit think, huh?" He offers a nod. "I was. Now I'm just a merc. Honestly, I have to say that the difference has mostly worked out for me. Oh yeah.."

He pulls out his camera and offers a picture of the missing tech. "Have you seen this guy rolling through at all? We seem to have a wayward lamb"

[Comstar]

She glanced at the face.

"No, never seen him."

[Snorri Tycho]

"Shame." Snorri pockets the camera. "But it was worth a shot. What brings you here...or maybe it's "keeps you here"?"

[Comstar]

"It's my home."

She laughed. "Only ship coming and going was Slate Eater trash, most of my life. Not like the galaxy was open to me, even if I wanted to go."

Wiping a glass out, she poured herself a small drink, and took a sip. "It's the family business, has been for centuries."

[Snorri Tycho]

"Home." Snorri tastes the word and finds it strange, shaking his head slightly "I guess that would do it" He looks down at his drink and the pulls out a flask.

"Does this get me sharing a glass of wine? I could try a taste of home"

[Comstar]

"How about you pour us a glass of that, and I'll pour you a glass of wine."

A smirk. "Consider it an exchange."