Chanteloup snorted. She wasn't expecting a line like that. She should have, "knowing" Vertiga like she did... But how can one, even her, predict the unpredictable ?
The snort became a laugh, and that became a cough. She cleared her throat curtly, with some embarrassment. Despicable weakness.
Of course, he was clad in the same sporty outfit as Sombra Hookier had on during her visit. The Vertiga crowd liked to shop from the same outlets, Chanteloup thought. And she thought of a few other things regarding that outfit and the lines it displayed on Vertiga, as well. And moved on, surprised at herself.
"Welcome aboard Cordes Outpost, monsieur Vertiga", she said once she recovered from her cough.
"Don't worry about my admittedly imposing retinue ; they're not here because of you. Even I have to follow orders. Come with me, and we'll talk."
As she gestured for Vertiga to follow her, she nodded at her guards. They straightened up and walked away, saying nothing more. Soon, it was just the stateless idealist in a neon warship and the ruthless admiral with a walking cane. The tapping resumed in silence as Chanteloup lead Vertiga to that same conference room (Cordes didn't have that many amenities). This time, they met no one ; the working day was well under way, and every sailor was at his or her post at this time. To her surprise, Chanteloup felt no issue with this highly unusual intimacy. There would be a few minutes of walking at this snail pace before they got to the conference room, she thought, and Vertiga would probably need some prompting to start talking. She decided to entertain him.
"You're a hard man to find, monsieur Vertiga. And those around you are desperate to keep it that way. Do you have any idea why ?" she asked, as they walked side by side.
(06-14-2019, 12:25 PM)Sombra Hookier Wrote: If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.
