Port Twelve

[Roleplay]

Horace was surprised with the sudden change with her. He raised an eyebrow as he watched her take her seat immediately, even demand his ID. There he did it, having said something weird to mess up the mood and make a fool out of himself once again.

"Are you serious?" He asked her, suspicious of her real intention, wondering if she really wants it or if she's only joking. In any case, he produced the ID from one of the many pockets of his pilot suit and put it on the table, slid it across to her. "Here."

And there, if she looked over it, she'd indeed see that his name on the ID is Horace Laster, his age twenty-six, the place of birth Freeport 6 in Tau 29, and his blood type AB positive. "If there's anything else you want, please ask, ma'am."

And with the message on her datapad he was intrigued and smiled to her widely, "Oh! I am happy for you, Monica. So... will you go along with your earlier plan, running prisoners between houses? Or is this a different matter?" he wondered what exactly it meant.