Port Twelve

[Roleplay]

Hearing her commanding voice and seeing her uniform, knowing not to mess with her kind, the crowd quickly made way for the police officer. Yet, this occasion intrigued many of them, and a circle of people formed around the hunter and the cop. Many wondered if this rather large man could be a criminal of some sort. He looked the part, somewhat, wearing dark, a scar visible on the small opening of his suit, and another tiny one on his cheek. The ship he flew reinforced this rough appearence as well -- bounty hunters would not easily be trusted by the more respectable folk.

"That's me," Horace replied, his grey eyes slowly scanning over the girl interestedly, seeing her without her helmet for the first time and soon smiling widely as well. His light brown hair was a bit messy, and his skin was tanned as if he spent quite a time under the sun.

For a few seconds he appeared as though he was quite inexperienced for such meetings and scratched gently on his cheek, stuttering with his movements. But he recovered quick, "Ah..." and looked a little embarrassed as he offered his hand for a shake finally. "Glad to meet you face to face, Ms. Austin. You're lovely, and... hmm", he gestured to the small crowd around them watching them intently, "I guess many will agree."

A murmur was heard from the crowd and it quickly dissipated as they were put on the spot. Some of them uttered their disappointment that the police officer was not there to arrest the man.

He winked to her, "Are you as thirsty as I am? Let's head to the bar, shall we?"