A young nurse in the typical grey overall of the hospital staff had overheared what Alan was mumbling and grinned as she sat down next to the surprised Junker.
"So you are new here, huh ? Me and my freinds noticed you several times now.
I have a tip for you to get things going : Its Fynn , not Flynn. "
The girl laughed his expression, wagging a finger at him.
"Fynn would not complain and you are not the only one mistaking his name, but I once chatted with Olsen from the bar and he told me that Fynn said something along the lines of 'not being some age old Holovid Star or anything, just plain Fynn'."
The nurse continued to chat with Anlan for quite some time sharing tibits, rumours and jokes. And soon it was a whole group of them... some nurses, a few crewmen from the stations facilities, the odd junker or trader. All with high spirits and hopes, enjoying their time off at the Cantina. Fynn passed by , noticing Alan in the middle of the group, and smiled. Passing on towards Olsen he ordered his usual glass of gallic white wine and nodded at the old junker. Both grinned, knwoing exactly what the other was just thinking:
They had come a long way from the first storage depot at Hudson, or from the occasional meeting at Beaumont, always under threat from a Xeno attack. It was a good life as junker at the Haven.
And they would guard the gates, keeping it that way.
