Kessler stumbles toward the hangars, his hands growing increasingly clammy as he glances around, trying to remember where he parked his Mastodon and what he still had lying around - tools, equipment, spare parts, half-eaten tubes of Synth paste...other stuff. Great, I knew I should've cleaned my cockpit before going out for drinks.
"So...anything in particular?" He scratches his head, trying to recall his past works, "I might need to, uh, transfer some credits or something if you want to watch any. I think most of them are on one Pay-Per-VR network or another, but it might not be a good idea to use the company stuff to watch that." There had to be at least a few features that were heavier on the plot and special effects.
He pauses, shooting a nervous glance behind him to see which bay numbers they had passed, "Wait, are we going to my place or yours?"
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