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Romeo frowns watching the lanky guard retreat down the hallway after depositing them steps away from their waiting ship. Her thoughts spin, tumbling over one another like a falling star. What were they going to do? Make the repairs and then make a run for it? When the engineer offers his hand, she doesn't take it or do whatever it is he intended her to do with it. Instead she scowls, shooting a quick glance around them. They were no doubt being watched, they'd need to be careful about what they did and especially said while here. Romeo wants to decline when he suggests venturing into one of the bars, exhaustion pulls at her now that the remaining adrenaline in her system fades. Plus they needed to get back to the ship and figure out what they were going to do.
Was he threatening her? She eyes his back as he moves towards the nearest bar without her response. Romeo chews on her lip. He no doubt suspected she'd comply, given she'd want answers just as he did. Romeo glances at Blue, who hovered, oddly quiet, beside her. The little droid bobs quickly up and down, her version of a shrug. "Alright, lets go," Romeo hums, slipping through a group of workers who'd just docked. They grumble softly to one another, tired after a long day's work. They stare at the two strangers openly. It would be difficult to remain anonymous here, she notes. Everyone knew everyone.
Romeo ducks into the dim bar (one proclaiming to have the best imported liqueur on the ship) closely behind the engineer. A strip of red light illuminates the area just inside, washing them both for a moment completely in red. It looked like they were covered in blood. Romeo shivers. The space within was small, but somehow still held the feeling of being spacious- likely a trick of the poor lighting. The murmurings of different languages fill the space, mixing with the sound of clinking glasses, and static filled music coming from hidden speakers.
She's glad when he chooses a table situated away from the other patrons and near the back of the bar. Romeo takes the seat facing the doorway, able to keep an eye not only on her companion from here but the rest of the bar as well. She sits rigidly until the drinks arrive, the bar keep barely sparing them a glance, and then they were left to their own. Romeo wraps her fingers around her glass, the condensation on it cooling her palms. She'd never really drank before- her parents never had and as a pilot (even an unimportant one on Polos) she had to be sober. Still she picks up the glass, returning the engineer's cheers, somewhat ironically, and nearly downs all of it.
"What's your name?" Romeo asks, not missing a beat. She might as well start with the basics, see where and how far the lies extended.
Was he threatening her? She eyes his back as he moves towards the nearest bar without her response. Romeo chews on her lip. He no doubt suspected she'd comply, given she'd want answers just as he did. Romeo glances at Blue, who hovered, oddly quiet, beside her. The little droid bobs quickly up and down, her version of a shrug. "Alright, lets go," Romeo hums, slipping through a group of workers who'd just docked. They grumble softly to one another, tired after a long day's work. They stare at the two strangers openly. It would be difficult to remain anonymous here, she notes. Everyone knew everyone.
Romeo ducks into the dim bar (one proclaiming to have the best imported liqueur on the ship) closely behind the engineer. A strip of red light illuminates the area just inside, washing them both for a moment completely in red. It looked like they were covered in blood. Romeo shivers. The space within was small, but somehow still held the feeling of being spacious- likely a trick of the poor lighting. The murmurings of different languages fill the space, mixing with the sound of clinking glasses, and static filled music coming from hidden speakers.
She's glad when he chooses a table situated away from the other patrons and near the back of the bar. Romeo takes the seat facing the doorway, able to keep an eye not only on her companion from here but the rest of the bar as well. She sits rigidly until the drinks arrive, the bar keep barely sparing them a glance, and then they were left to their own. Romeo wraps her fingers around her glass, the condensation on it cooling her palms. She'd never really drank before- her parents never had and as a pilot (even an unimportant one on Polos) she had to be sober. Still she picks up the glass, returning the engineer's cheers, somewhat ironically, and nearly downs all of it.
"What's your name?" Romeo asks, not missing a beat. She might as well start with the basics, see where and how far the lies extended.