Pont du Gard Bar and Grill

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A loud rattle suddenly erupts from somewhere under the newcomers feet. A sound of muffled and elaborate french cursing follows. Something about wiping ones buttocks with silk.

A floor plate moves, and then slides over about 2 metres from where he is standing. A grime-covered face with a large occular tool attached to it peers up amid a cloud of welding smoke. With the torch still going in one hand he recklessly lights a cigarette with it, within a few centimetres of completely destroying his boyish features.

"Oui, I'm Gervais. But I'm not the bartender. I did find this though." He profers a bottle of wine.

"Are you with the Dangerous Requisitions crew? My contract got redirected here. Says there's Berylium near here, heaps of it. Didn't say the station was only half built." He frowns at that last bit, looking even more childish. He puffs amatuerishly on the cigarette, trying not to cough.

"Plenty of work for me though. Gotta be small to get into some of the vitals around this wreck. But she will live."

Noticing Bruce for the first time across the bar, Gervias utters something exceptionally rude under his breath, then quickly pipes up with "But this part here, oui, she's good to go, thanks for asking".

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Shard - The Faceless One