Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Shagohad]

Sheesh. What a chatter box. As she handed him the ale, he got rather lost in his own thoughts as he downed the entire bottle in one gulp. He looked back at her when she had just said, "Scrap metal" and began following her from there. His silver eyes tracked her motions with a rather predatory nature.

She then looked back at him, toying with her hair and asking, "There isn't a chance to fly your ship once, huh?"

He sniffed, straightening his stance even more so, his armor and his already tall figure standing at eight odd feet. "Well. Y'all cain't fly it. It'd explode if y'all did. Don' ask why." He set down the empty bottle on the bar, still looking at her.

"As for the metal? Y'all think that some old wood's gonna' support three hundred fifty or so pounds of armored Phantom? Nah. And I'd rather not step out of it. Don' ask why."

He then turned, placing his back on the bar. The old handcrafted wood creaked under his weight. "Eighteen y'say? I remember bein' that young. I had graduated high school on Denver. Lookin' for a tuition at a University. Good times..."

He brought his arms up, resting his elbows to either side of him as he stared rather thoughtfully at the ceiling.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"