Robert emptied his ale in one gulp and turned around to face Tharog.
Don't worry... - he thinks for a moment - Tharog. I'm not here to cause any trouble. The only reason I'm wearing my uniform is because the rest of my stuff is radioactively contaminated.
He refills his glass and raises it as for a toast.
And I'm not so stupid as to fine one of the most wanted criminals in Liberty without at least two marine squads covering me.
He smiles and drinks. His other hand still rests on his high-caliber nailgun in his pocket.
