Feelings that ring The Bell

[Geoffacake]

A large vessel stood out in the middle of the crow nebula, hidden within its blue cloud. Actively bristling with all sorts of people within its family of a crew. The kitchen of the vessel had a rather odd visitor, one that wasn't part of the crew, but felt he knew the people of the ship. But not enough to feel casual about it, seeming that he'd stay a distance away from the people he'd be talking to while aboard.

"Why am i on the edge all the time...?" Enfield stood by the kitchen doorway, leaning back against the wall. Holding a bottle of half drunken orange juice, he converses with a woman in the kitchen with him, she stood by the fridge drinking her own drink. "Honestly, when you live a life of constant danger, and when things like... Well, this happen. Its hard not to." He rubs the back of his neck. "Especially when you're a known officer within ranks of the Rheinland intelligence agency. Although I push pencils more than triggers. But i guess I also miss the action." He chuckles, wiping a small bit of juice from his chin. "I've even considered retiring down to some place calm..."

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