"Well, well, well," a raspy voice rang out from behind where Olivia was sitting. She slightly turned her head to glance over her shoulder and spotted a brown-haired Caucasian male, looking to be in his mid to late forties, approaching her table in the freeport's bar. "Didn't think I'd see you down here again so soon." The man strode around the table, coming to a stop behind the empty chair across from her, placing his hands on its backrest. A grim smile bisected a scruffy beard.
"And I thought you might make yourself a bit more presentable before having a drink with a lady," Olivia replied coolly. She let her eyes wander over the tall figure before her. The man was clad in a heavy coat, thick fur lining its standing collar and a number of patches covering its wear and tear. Beneath it she could make out a grey flightsuit, plates of steel and polymer armor attached strategically to protect his vitals. Her gaze wandered back up to his unkempt head. She smiled. "Good to see you, Blue." Gesturing at the empty chair, she indicated for the man to take a seat.
Pulling out the chair and letting himself drop into it with a groan, Blue signaled for a waitress. "The usual," he called out as she approached, prompting the young girl to turn on her heels and head for the bar. Shifting his attention back to Olivia, he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the tabletop and resting his chin in his hands.
"So, Sable," he spoke to her. "What brings you down to these lovely parts?"
