Kessler staggers back into his seat, nearly keeling over in shock were it not for the sharp jab of the table corner into his side. I knew she'd be on that gun...alright, gotta sing for your supper. He suppresses a gag while sipping his drink before hunching forward and resting his quivering elbows on the table in a poor attempt to appear composed.
"Let's see...I was born on Toronto Station to a couple of, uh, "sanitation engineers". Wasn't really for me, so I joined up doing some small-time domestic runs through Liberty. It's pretty much been space for me ever since." He grits his teeth and shoots a nervous glance out the bar's window at Planet Manhattan, "Never felt comfortable on planets...more gravity - full gravity. I guess that's what kinda started me on the pills." He shrugs, nodding slowly at Kurumi while motioning at the bar, "I'm more likely to just live in my cabin, but maybe a station every now and then when the situation calls for it, right?"
Kessler leans back, starting to genuinely relax, ever so slightly, as he taps on the patch sewn into his coveralls, "Worked my way up and eventually signed up with DSE. It's definitely been exciting - for me at least, I mean it doesn't really compare. Not that I'd wish things on anyway, but, uh, sorry for the babbling." He fidgets uncomfortably, turning a thought over in his head before shooting a few glances around the bar and leaning in closer with a hoarse whisper, "Also, I sort of had a side hobby writing and directing certain, uh, holotainment sims. It's all really tasteful, really."
Great, too much information Kessler...now you're probably gonna lose certain other bits.
