Burn scars? Richard snaps his head back at Xiaomei, wide eyed. "I-..." Dammit. forget me. Completely tongue-tied, he looks down in embarrassment. It takes him a few seconds to regain his courage and say something.
"Deltan tobacco, huh? I wonder what that stuff tastes like. They never sold it anywhere I looked."
Richard takes another drag from his cigarette and exhales, tapping away the excess ash with his index finger. Things are quiet for a moment.
"That was some pretty slick flying back there."
: I owe more to the plane than it owes me, really. Never seen any aircraft capable of the maneuverability the Wyvern's capable of. Unless you buy into that theory that the Mercanans have some flying vat-grown monstrosity.
Xiaomei takes a drag, tapping ash from the cigarette.
: Just occurred to me that we never actually caught each other's names. Baocun Xiaomei. Last, first.
As she turns to extend her hand, the scars across the right side of her face become visible. They even extend down her neck, but her flight suit and coat prevent you from seeing much past her jawline.
The nurse brings me my papers. I get up and walk over to Nagato. Perhaps she'll stop staring at the ceiling.
Nagato's pair of augmetic eyes swivel to look at you, blinking twice.
Bell goes to the medical facility for a x-ray.
The attendant you ask about it directs you to one of the proper actual doctors. The doctor spends some time searching on a PDA for your file, finding it after a couple of minutes, then jots you down for an appointment. She tells you to take it easy for a while until they can get to you, then dismisses you unless you had something urgent.
Gus returns the handshake with a smile, and a hint of relief. He doesn't have a chance to say anything else before Ralph joins them. He chuckles lightly and gives him a solid pat on the back. "Musashi, this is fellow Mjolnir pilot Ralph Johnson, otherwise known as Tourist - and the only Huit I know that doesn't like the local cuisine. And, more importantly, he owes me a cpuple drinks. Care to join us? I'm sure I can spare one of them."
You are met with a blink, then a light smile as Musashi nods.
: Though I don't drink much, I'm afraid. That free drink might be wasted on me.
I find Gus and Ralph talking to Musashi.
"Hey Gus."
: Ah, another Mjolnir pilot?
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