Breen chuckled as he heard this message - the sort of chuckle that comes less from something being humorous and more from being utterly absurd and out of one's control. "All right, I'll head o'er there myself. Try tae catch it eef ye can."
"Daniel... ye old scallywag, you. I've a few tricks left tae learn, meself. Heh." Breen wheeled his ship around, activating cruise engines as he plotted a course toward the Dublin jumphole. "I gotta wonder what the hell ye're doin', though," he mused as he fingered the coin. "What're ye up tae, eh?"
This question dogged him from Chester to Londonderry.
When he arrived in that system, though, another question arose: Where was Daniel headed?
Breen called Kilrea over the radio to find out - Daniel's motives and therefore his destination were unknown. Breen didn't even know if this was cause to worry, or if it was Daniel just being... Daniel. Or him going senile... he had no idea.
