Sable's Experiences

[Reeves]

When she emerged from the bathroom Damian would have already laid something out on the bed for her to put on, back turned away from her towards the door they were going to exit through. It seemed like he presumed that she'd need the small gesture of privacy to get changed, while this would normally seem like a thoughtful thing to do, in his case it came across as simply methodical. "People are going to be asking questions the moment we walk out of this door. Let me do the talking, all the chaos means I can spin us a favorable explanation to justify the mess outside. Come to think of it, the disguise might not even be necessary, the optics make it seem like you were the victim. Feud between members of a smuggling ring turns violent.." All that was necessary for his final words to count as guiding the witness would be a box, judge and jury. While he was clearly capable of defending himself with a firearm, cleverness seemed to be his stronger suit and perhaps more evident was his inherent talent at manipulation. But now it was more concerning in regards to how he knew the nature of the business behind these people, was he competing with them and aware of all the players in the game? He'd offered no closure, letting the doubt bloat instead. When he finally opened the door, there were already people dressed in security uniforms outside, they hadn't come here armed, perhaps because they didn't view Damian as guilty. It was very much true that the Xenos occupied a certain degree of preferential treatment on this station, much to the chagrin of more "legitimate" authorities across either border.

"Morreti, we're looking into what happened, I'm told an armed individual attacked some woman and that you put him and his accomplice down. The Administrator will want to know just what in the fuck happened, but if it's all the same to you and me, I don't want to be hacking open bodies to figure out what happened. Could you enlighten me? Crap of this kind's something you're well versed with." With Olivia conveniently out of frame and her rifle hidden inside a generous duffel bag that Damian was lugging around, there was nothing to suggest guilt of any sort, the accidental savior was free to spin whatever web he wanted to cover things up and he did just that without a moment's hesitation.

"Nothing but your average dust-up between a bunch of smugglers. Probably arguing over premiums and the finer details of their business. The woman was just in the wrong place at the right time, overheard them, became a loose end in need of tying up. I don't think they were counting on this to happen outside my door though. I'm sure if you looked around, you'd find more evidence of the mess they made. She ran off, probably left by now, not worth concern. You know how these greasy types can be, Garcia." Damian must have had prior contact with this member of the Freeport's staff, enough to build up something of a reputation for trustworthiness and favor. He seemed the type to create arrangements that benefited him but undermined a rival or competitor. That was just the nature of the game, and there were no rules other than whatever moral codes people found convenient at the time.

"Yeah that's always the damn case. Low lives won't kill each other in their own holes, always opt to come here and make us a mess to deal with. Thanks for putting them down. I'll go see about getting all of this cleaned up and calming down the residents. Just.. try and knock them out next time, bloody floors on a Freeport lead to more drama than necessary." With the officer wrapping up his involvement here after an exchange of nods with Damian, he and his partner went about their business in reporting back and coordinating a bit of clean-up. This gave Damian and Olivia the window they needed to leave the room and start their hustle to the hangar.

"Come on. Security's going to dial itself down now. Just don't do anything to attract attention." An older spare flight suit of his had been the only disguise he could really offer her, they were roughly the same height, so even if the fit wasn't ideal, it was passable. It was very unlikely that what would be assumed as just two men leaving at the same time would warrant further interruptions, especially with a deescalation in progress. Covering up her silhouette was beneficial in that sense.

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