06-26-2018, 11:26 AM
Omega-3; Freeport-1
With Kira having followed the armored man into the hangar, he felt free to pull the helmet off once more, there were no 'feasible' vantage points nearby and he truly doubted either Silver or her unknown accomplice as being bored enough to bother with him any more than they already had. "At some point, Kira, you'll have to answer that question I shot your way. As clever as you've been, you can't ignore it forever."
He had come here in a very deep red Odin, which he promptly unlocked so that he could leave his helmet inside, on the seat, that way his hands were free of the damn bucket, which weighed more than the average person might assume it would. Given the location of Freeport-1, it wasn't uncommon for other Hessian vessels to shuttle in and out of the opposite hangar bay, though this one seemed relatively more quiet, with only an occasional murmur of the docking doors in the distance making room for a few shipments, but this background noise would cease after around four repetitions, spread out over the course of the next several minutes.
Leaning against the neck of the ship, he'd pat the angular wing, a way of offering her a place to sit if she truly wanted to. He couldn't help but be curious as to what she was thinking of him, it was too early into their chat for him to be able to read her look a book just yet, but he was confident he could get there.
He had come here in a very deep red Odin, which he promptly unlocked so that he could leave his helmet inside, on the seat, that way his hands were free of the damn bucket, which weighed more than the average person might assume it would. Given the location of Freeport-1, it wasn't uncommon for other Hessian vessels to shuttle in and out of the opposite hangar bay, though this one seemed relatively more quiet, with only an occasional murmur of the docking doors in the distance making room for a few shipments, but this background noise would cease after around four repetitions, spread out over the course of the next several minutes.
Leaning against the neck of the ship, he'd pat the angular wing, a way of offering her a place to sit if she truly wanted to. He couldn't help but be curious as to what she was thinking of him, it was too early into their chat for him to be able to read her look a book just yet, but he was confident he could get there.