Blind Date

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Nebraska makes a small sip of her wine. Then she realized that Bretonian "wine" is not something like the one made by Hispania descendants. She tried to not make any kind of facial expression telling her date about terrible mistake she have made. This glass will stand full all evening, unless it will somehow mysteriously "disappear".

The moment she heard James' question she frozen a bit. He's right in some case. But she can't tell all the truth, so after a silent cough she told him half of the truth. Or, perhaps, that's all the truth, without showing off some details.

- Erm... yes, you're right. That holey bucket I'm flying with, it's the source of my creds. I'm hauling cargo for various individuals and small companies. You know, all these freelancer stuff.

After speech she tried to take another sip of wine. This time it wasn't any better. Wrong choice for sure.

- So... James, as far as I remember, you're part of Bretonian Fleet, right? So, you're pilot?

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