Reggie grinned when she mentioned that he mustn't of had a lot of friends, but he kept to himself, letting her finish her sentance. He moved the cup around as to swoosh the spit inside of it in a circular motion, biting on his lower lip for a moment when she didn't agree. He thought for a moment, before speaking, "Well, girl. . .This old mercenary has upset quite a bit uh' cats, y'know? First, th' Outcasts, then the Corsairs, then th' Junkers. . .I think that'd be all of 'em, maybe. How long y'be stuck in space? A few months? I remember, maybe a little less than half a year-- an' even longer, stuck on a planet, a few years. Y'know, I used ta' talk like you, all nice, and then after I crashed on th' planet and stayed there I wasn't talkin' fer a while 'cuz no one was aroun', so when I finally got me off that planet I realized I couldn't rightly speak, y'know? But thas' jus' me, girly. Whatta' 'bout you now?"
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