A Surprise Dinner Date (RP with Ortog)

[Doreen]

She was most impressed by what she was seeing even if she wasn't technologically gifted. She walked with her hands behind her back, bringing them to the front to point and ask questions. The stories she had heard of Junker Liners were one's of slavery, a means to transport innocents to their doom, quite often at the hands of the Outcasts.
She was a bit concerned at the admittance of him being a smuggler. Smugglers often met bad ends if they didn't get caught and incarcerated first. She did, however, feel a bit better about it when he admitted that he detested slavery.

"Its a good thing that you detest slavery," she responded with a straight face and her almost non-existent Rheinland accent, now sitting in her chair with some Vodka, "because if you didn't, this visit would be over. The same goes for drugs. I've never dealt with those addicted to cardamine but I've heard the horror stories. That drug enslaves and those who try to break from it often die. What's worse is how some use it as a measure of loyalty."
She stopped talking about it abruptly, taking a sip of her Vodka as she felt herself getting upset about the mention of slavery and cardamine.

"Parker," she continued, "he's quite the man. Big, loyal yet friendly."

She listened as he continued talking about Kusari. It was indeed a dangerous place for a Junker even if she never understood why Kusari thought so ill of them. There were people within Sirius and Gallia that made even smugglers look like saints.
"That is a concerning though, Ortog," she commented, "I mean, I know how profitable and rewarding a job in hostile territory can be but I wonder how some put themselves at such risk for it." She motioned to the ship around her, "You have a lovely home, why risk it but then, who am I to tell you what to do."

She smiled at the dinner. It had been some time since she had salmon.
"I haven't had this since I was a young girl on Hamburg," she commented placing her napkin in her lap. Then she smiled as he poured her some more Gallic white wine. With a snicker, she wondered, "I'm still curious as to how you know that I like this stuff so much."

As she savored it on her palate, she listened as he spoke , -So, basically. I need a beacon...something that makes me want to return, something to steer myself to.
"I'm not sure I follow," she stated, "I already take care of a lot of those Bretonian refugees right here so I don't know what else I could offer you that you don't already have."
She again sipped the wine before taking a bite of her salmon. She closed her eyes as she chewed it, raising her head a bit. After she swallowed it, she just softly smiled, "Oh this is so good."

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