Meeting the Knight

[G. Graves]

Checking his watch, Graves took note of the woman's physique. Yes, completely in that sense. He had seen better, sure, but the fact that she was small and lean did have its fortés. The nose was pretty adorable. "Ready as one can be," he replied, coming to a halt in front of her. She would be able to smell an expensive cologne. "Please, why don't you lead the way. Take it we'll be flying alongside?" He gestured for her to lead on. It would also give her the opportunity to appraise her backside, although he was classy enough to be subtle about the entire ordeal. The entire situation was new to him, and that was exactly what he had been seeking. The life of a Lane Hacker was especially boring, he felt, after a certain point. There was a charm to playing Robin Hood, or at least deluding oneself to think that one was, but at the end of the day, it was simply a lot of sitting around and letting the Rogues deal with whatever information you dredged up from the Neural Net and getting a share for the data. While it wasn't a bad deal, given that it didn't put one at risk of atomization in space, sitting for prolonged periods of time did hurt the back.

Whitaker had also not yet answered his question to how old she was, which irked him. He should inform himself about that without her, then. I mean, totally her fault for not giving him what he wanted, right?

Once they had started to move, he would hum. "You don't seem too chipper to see me," he noted, more as a fact than a question. "Is that because of me in particular or because I'm a Lane Hacker? The latter I would find strange, considering your allies." He was alluding to the fact that the Lane Hackers had been crucial allies to the Battlegroup during the breaking out of Alaska, something that Graves himself had orchestrated a great deal, although he hadn't participated in the final fight himself.