Pierre cringed as he had to listen to the two Kusarians absolutely abusing his name in their attempts of pronouncing it. Though he did have to admit to himself that their names were not much more easy for him to say than his was for them.
As the two men exchanged information and questions, Pierre slowly dozed off, thinking of what might be following this little interview of theirs. He hoped that they may transfer him to a Gallic installation yet that day, from where he ought to be able to escape somewhat easily. If his contacts were still around, of course. On the other hand, he would hate to leave his ship behind. While he had only had it for a little over two weeks, he had already gotten to like it a lot. It had a certain personality to it - sluggish, rather weak, fragile - that just him relate to it. Getting a chance to escape with it would of course be the ultimate treat for him, but something made him doubt that he would manage to do so. Though the Lieutenant had mentioned something about seized ships being "returned" to their criminal owners...
Pierre was torn out of his imagination by the Turtle. Surprised, he turned to face the plump, little man who stared at him with an absolutely passive expression, which unnerved the Gaul to an extent.
"Excuzez-moi?" he said.
The interviewer took a slow, deep breath before, in his trademark excruciating speech, repeating the question that Pierre had failed to understand the first time.
"Is what... Taiyouji-san... says true?"
Pierre glanced at the Lieutenant who was looking back at him with an annoyed face. Pierre shrugged, muttering, "Oui." He had not paid attention to what Jiro had actually told the Turtle, but he assumed that it was true enough. Turning around again to look out of the small window that decorated his rather bland cell, Pierre could here the Lieutenant sigh.
While Pierre was of course rather unhappy about Jiro having captured him, he didn't specifically dislike the young man - in fact, the pilot had been rather kind to him, at least compared to most law enforcement officers he had run into in his time. He could only imagine how frustrated the Lieutenant must have been to be standing there, waiting for Pierre's paperwork to be completed so that he could return to base and go about what ever business it was that wanted to go about - Pierre assumed it was something to do with a woman.
