Hannah nodded, this wasn't an act. No one could be that lost in thought over something they made up. She knew something didn't add up, smugglers back on Manhattan never were like this. "She left me. She left me because I never found the time for her. I was always too busy... for anything" Hannah frowned slightly, something didn't add up, if he was a smuggler his whole life he wouldn't have had time to find a wife in the first place. Almost all of the smugglers she had met were taking on the family name, or getting out of trouble at a young age.
"So, you haven't always been a... courier.... have you?"
She stopped, overstepping the ling again. Hannah shook her head as she looked up at the clock before finishing her drink. She took a pen and a bit of paper from her bag and wrote:
Manhattan, Dallas district. You will find a playground there on Bryce Road. Meet me there 9am tomorrow if you want to see me again.
Hannah smiled at him, saying something about having to get home after realising the time. Not giving him an opportunity to answer her question, she stood up from the table. As she went to walk past him she bent down and kissed him on the cheek slipping the note into his hand. With that she left the bar and returned to her ship - and back to Manhattan.
