A stocky dark-skinned man approaches his guests. Since their last acquaintance, Gregory's hair has turned several shades whiter...
He nods to Matt, "The bar maiden said I might find you all here. I love this spot myself. When the simulated sun rises in the caverns, the fog over the reservoir masks the cavern walls. The cool night air lingers into the morning, soothing my senses. I might as well be sitting on the banks of a planetary lake." Gregory pauses, realizing who is in company.
"Mister Ravenov, I apologize for my tardiness. My crew and I narrowly escaped a group of bounty hunters in the Arran. They are most obnoxious."
He turns to Sequoia and hesitates for words. "Lovely."