"Please look after the scorch marks on the hull. I had a small run in with the Liberty Rogues yesterday" Jonathon tells the landing bay technicians as he was heading up to Sophie's.
As he was heading down the hallway, a delicious smell of the best coffee known to man came wafting through. Jonathon pauses for a moment relishing the smell..reminiscing..
As Jonathon enters the bar, he notices it being fairly empty.. "A carafe of your best coffee, please Sophie"
Jonathon sits at his usual table near the back and relaxes... There will be a time when it will be next to impossible to relax...business as usual. But for now..great coffee and blessed silence.
