"Well, my family's a'ight. Dad's the bossman of the requestioning arm o'Interspace. He had his own company, but did such a good job he was bought over. Mum works at Ageria as a gate technician. They're trying tae make one o'them fancy hypergates again. Aye, tha' one that tore Texas tae shreds but they reckon this time'd be different."
Matt looks a bit frustrated when discussing his family.
"Enough about me eh? Whit ye see is whit ye get really!"
Matt smiles a little nervously, he see's the cigars.
"Well when in Rome aye? May I 'ave one?"
Matt lights it up, and starts coughing.
"Hah, they pack a punch! Mr Dimitrov, ye got a lovely home and a very beautiful daughter. I'm a bit more concerned if I've made tha' right impression! Ye all seem very close, I was just worried tha' you'd think some half Bretonian, half Libertionian navy Lieutenant was good enough fae her."
Matt reclines a bit, he looks around the room again. Something's bothering him.
"Dinnae want tae be rude, but.. um.. Angelina sorta glossed over whit happened wi her mother.."
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