Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Commissar]

Sarah nodded companionably, gesturing for Jasmine to sit down. It hardly seemed like she could handle herself in a bar, much less sell her out to the Order. If the Gallian even knew who they were. Besides; no-one in her group seemed to have much of an idea as the ship's origins anyway. Perhaps the newcomer could shed some light on it. Besides Hex-Cinq, despite having an unpronounceable name, was just plain cool. First things first though.

"I'm sorry, you two know each other?" She queried politely, directing a second, quicker comment at Dirius.
"'Unfavourable risk' hardly stopped you. Hypocrisy much?"

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May you live in interesting times.
| Sarah McFarlen | Jane Hartman |