Renewed Discourse

[Toaster]

For a few minutes, Olivia sat in silence, continuing to rub her shoulder, rolling it in its joint as the throbbing sensation gradually subsided. Her glass was empty, only a thin layer of half-dissolved rock coating its bottom. She felt the sudden urge to leave, perhaps feeling that she had spent too much time too close to the Xeno commander. It was clear that there was a stormy ocean of thoughts sloshing around the man's mind, thoughts that involved her in ways she was less than pleased with. As much as she enjoyed the idea of being the source of someone's moral awakening in a poetic sense, Olivia knew that she wasn't the right person to enable or encourage such a change.

Releasing her shoulder, she gestured at the barman and reached into her flightsuit's pockets, drawing out and handing over a credit chit.

"I'm glad you're changing," the mercenary finally spoke, her voice an indiscernible cocktail of sincerity and sarcasm. She turned towards Damien and looked the man once over, as though inspecting his appearance for any transformations to match those of his mind. "I have places to be," she lied and sprung up from her stool, turning towards the bar's exit. "Like I said, I won't be in Liberty for a while. So if you have any further revelations," she glanced again at the Xeno, "you'll have to find someone else to share them with."

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Olivia Sable