Achille jumped, skin crawling as he realised that Susan, hadn't in fact departed and was actually standing right next to him. As with all great irritants, he ignored her. Now wasn't the time anyway.
"Oh, do let me apologise for initiating conversation, how awfully untoward of me." Achille bemoaned, the grin running placid on his jaw, wondering how sarcastic that actually sounded. "Tinker with your ship? Quite unlikely my friend, such ill-motivated antics would render quite the negative name for myself. I merely... was intrigued, shall we put it, as to exactly what brings the weary Order grun... member... to our arm of the Taus? The conversation perhaps? The daring locale? The quiet, self-indulgent members of our little fraternity maybe..."He glinted, staring in the exact opposing direction to a certain Susan Mc Carthy.
"...But it's good of you to visit us none withstanding. Apologies my friend, we may have got of on the wrong foot here, I'm Achille Augstain Nadeau, chief science type of something or other... I'm sure you've already met my esteemiable co-worker"He grinned lavishly at Susan. "...Makes for quite the discourse, doesn't it? Oh and please don't mind my little trickery with the microphones. Merely..."Achille rooted for a phrase;"...a selective jest, shall we call it."
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's outlawed trade unions, determined to take the underworld for themselves.)