"You really don't expect me to live here, do you?"
Zettsu and Seraph stood together in the doorway of their 'dormitory'. Well, it had beds. It also had running water. But not much above that. Both of them were a bit disappointed by it, but on the other hand what could they expect from Junkers. And it stood in very high contrast to Seraph's apartment on Manhattan or even cabins on Victory Rush.
"No, of course not," she answered his question, "We just need a place to stay. After that guy-- what's his face now-- ah, doesn't matter. After he evaporated we had to find another place to stay, you know. A place that wouldn't be as bloody obvious as a stolen dreadnought. There are rumours around Liberty about it and I would rather have it stay secret."
Zettsu sighed. "I heard they have some kind of a bar here. Shall we go check it out?"
They strode together through Haven's corridors. It was quite a few minutes until they found it. Seraph clenched Zettsu's hand.
"Try not to behave like an ass, would you," she said before they entered.
There were a few people inside and they did drag some strange looks, but they managed to find themselves a quiet booth in a corner. They took their seats. Zettsu unpinned his cloak and took off his scarf while Seraph waved at the bartender that no, they're fine, they've come here for conversation, not for drinks.
"So why are we here?" he asked.
"You know as damn well as I do what happened to Port Hope. We need support, Zettsu. We won't survive without other people. And Jilliana is not enough."
He did remember what happened there. It was a sad moment, when they realised that Port Hope would eventually crumble down into a ruin. They did what they could to stop that, but it wasn't enough. Instead of letting it drift through space, they salvaged what they could and loaded it up on Jillian's transport. Then they watched, with tears in their eyes as Bolshack launched the mortar and the station exploded. The rest was history.
He sighed again. "Yeah, I do. You don't need to remind me. But why can't we hold the rookies on Victory Rush? What is your problem with that?"
"You idiot," Seraph got red on her face. She had this strange ability, that she could whisper, but in your ears it sounded like the loudest shout a human can produce, "I've just told you why. We can't, and I repeat, we can't have untrusted people there. Bolshack has literally a death sentence on him. He's done a really good job with getting away from the public eye, but we owe him a lot. And I would rather leave him altogether rather than letting some rookie with loose tongue put heat on him."
"Okay, you have a point, I guess," he said and smiled, "Would you fetch us some drinks? I'm getting dry."
"Oh, please," she rolled his eyes and rose from her seat, "Pathetic gentleman."
She walked up to the counter, looking at the strange, bearded bartender.