Jimmy nearly choked on Kathy's words, this stranger in the bar had been completely unexpected. He had grown more popular lately, but he didn't want to risk his prize visitor taking things the wrong way, and kept his attention on her.
"Uhh, well, the way I see it, he is interupting us, though probably not on purpose. And my job is to prioritise things, y'see? Let me show you. Look at that guy."
He glanced over at the man, drinking his - was that whiskey?! That was stuff wasn't easy to get. His eyes narrowed for a millisecond at Harold as he mouthed "Roc". He let out a sigh and continued.
"In his prime. Probably a damn good pilot, it's almost a prerequisite of finding this place. He could have many kills, I don't really know. Such a man is valuable to me I will admit. In any other circumstance I would be over there already."
Then he turned back to the white haired woman opposite him at the table.
"However, you Katherine, your time here, your expertise, is more valuable than what any single pilot can offer. So the way I see it, he can wait a minute or two for you. Have you got anything else to, uh, write before I suss this guy out? Who knows, if we need to move the Maximus we might be able to use the escort if he is interested enough. After that we can make a start on surveying the damage."
He reflected on the rather one sided conversation. It was quieter than most, that was certain. It was kind of soothing though, peaceful, not rushed, helping him think.
