Lefevre, continuing to sulk about the lack of his familiar favorite, watched as Capitaine LeGloan walked through the Cafe entrance, followed by Madame Directeur moments later. As Perrot continued to fiddle, he fumed slightly about his day under the Captaine's command.
"The man made me fly into the Privas cluster, for God's sake. And after I kept all those Brigands and Corse off his back, too. It's a good thing the emergency escape system was functional, I'd not had a chance to test it before. Not only does he owe me a ship, but I think some vacation time, too..."
Lefevre knew, however, that LeGloan was Capitaine for a good reason, and that his superior had a lot he could teach him, so like it or not, Luc was going to stay under that mustachioed man's orders.
"It'll pay off eventually." the Sous Brigadier mused. "Men like him had to start somewhere too. Everyone has to pay their dues."
He was snapped out of his reverie by a lewd gesture from Perrot pointed in his direction. It was then that he realized that while daydreaming, he had been gazing in Lillian's direction. He knew how protective the Lieutenant was of his wife and that this would later come back to hurt him. For now, though, he merely blushed and averted his gaze, contemplating whether or not he should get up and join LeGloan at his table. The man was insane, but at least in the Cafe he could be good company.
Lefevre slowly stood up and took his coffee in hand. He paced over to LeGloan's seat. The officer looked up as Lefevre paused shortly and then asked, "Mind if I join you, Capitaine?"
