Still by looking away he could tell she was moving around quite a bit. He wasnt really watching her constantly... but whenever he looked it seemed as though she was in a different position around her ship.
He flips the used match on the floor and steps on it as he walks closer towards her. the cigar helped him relax. Especially at times like this. He wasn't in the -mood- for meeting people that he had known before... known quite well in fact. He had though forced it to the back of his memory... why couldn't he do the same to reality? He spits to the side. His mouth was getting a little dry...
As he got closer and started to notice details. The ship looked in bad shape up close and he could see she had her back turned to him... and her hair in a pony tail... he rarely remembered her having her hair done like that. She could be either hiding something... or something similar. He got closer and started to notice more.
As he got just a meter away from her and the ship he stops and exhales watching both the ship and her and seeing her still have her back towards him. He exhales and lets the smoke form into a cloud and lift in the air as he puts the cigar back in.
"I don't know what looks worse... the ship... or its pilot... so I guess I can just assume."
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