Reply To: The Bar, 2219-2237


Nhaima half-jogged her way back to the bar. Quick as she was at working her way into her flight suit, she was more reluctant at peeling it away. The pressure seals were all undone and the fastenings at the front hung half-opened, but she cheerily made her way into the bar none the less with a grin on her face. At the sight of all the strange drinks, it slackened slightly with thought before she finally asked for whatever was closest to whiskey and nodded towards the prior occupant.

“Long day?” she asked, grinning at him while rolling her head to cause a peal of cracks from her neck to pop softly beneath the rustling of the flight suit.

“Wait…. are you actually going to miss this place?”