The sound of the engines outside gave away the approach of another ship. The sleek Griffin descended from the skies towards a nearby landing pad. A specialist would distinguish the lower sound of a PTE-series engine, not commonly found on such ships. A custom work, surely.
Half-a-minute after the engine shut down, the hatch hissed wide open. A man looked outside, noticing the Eagle and the bar nearby. After a quick glance and estimation, he rushed towards the building through the rain. The bell alerted everyone of the opening door, and a blond in a brown leather jacket walked into the bar.
Quickly glancing around, he noticed his companion sitting at the table. A barely-noticeable smile made way on his lips as he approached the table, the wet leather jacket now under his arm. Noticing a hanger nearby, he'd put the jacket on it, before returning to the table in his dark-blue T-shirt.
"Apologies for the delay, Miss Anderson," he said, tilting his head slightly to the right, and looking at Emily with his green eyes. "May I take it?" he pointed at Emily's own jacket.
