Sarah frowned, staring determinedly at the helmeted man in an attempt to elicit some sort of response. When that didn't work, she glanced around at the rest of the group, momentarily pausing her eyes on each. Of course, the entire solemn nature of the thing was ruined by half the bar choosing that moment to get up and leave. The other half seemed to have miraculously grown Navy uniforms. Oh boy. Wasn't that dress seeming like a good idea now?
Despite the distractions, the other dressed woman was hard to miss. Even more so when she nearly coated Sarah's projector in wine. The drone hovering next to her though was infinitely more interesting to the girl. Such things were rare broken in the space she frequented, much less a functional one. Besides, the glance she fixed the armoured figure with was unmistakable. It was impossible just to have a conversation with that man. He knew everyone]/i]. Sarah mightn't have been any good in a fight, but she could read people. Besides, the lady was staring anyway. Didn't she know it was rude? She sighed, desperate for [i]some form of conversation.
"Oh, come on then." She waved to the mysterious woman.
Robert looks at Tharog in disbelief. Then he looks over his shoulder at the woman who had also spoken up. He thinks for a moment and figures that she must be "Izzy," from what he had heard.
Then suddenly, he smiles and talks to both of them.
Now I must say, I hadn't expected that from you. I'll keep your offers in mind.
"Lad, I might work outside the law, but that doesn't mean I am a bad guy. I do what I believe I should do. And I believe that even though ye were that damned uniform, I should help ye if I can.
Well, I don't really know anything you could do to help me at the moment... I have some private investigators down on 'hattan working on finding my son already. I doubt they'll actually find him, but maybe they can catch the guy who took him.
The figure blinked a few times, apparently in some sort of trance. Standing, she made her way over to the group, glancing sideways at the figure she had accidentally bumped before, familiar but still, she could not remember. "Uh...excusez moi for staring...I was somewhat interested in your hologram, there...I am Jasmine, Jasmine Estelle." She said somewhat awkwardly, her crimson eyes gazing at the circle of figures. The drone hovered over to her shoulder, making a very human "A-hem" sound. Jasmine glanced across, and smiled. "And this is Hex-Cinq..."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
With the tank bumped it was as if his motor came alive as he regained movement having not moved for a small while being preoccupied with other things he'd have become disinterested in the Osiris napping, He was sure they had been over this already but alas... it seems that a certain some one was rather persistent so he had just tuned out a short sigh escaping his lips from the contact but the voice peeked his interest as did the name.
'Far from home are you not Mademoiselle Estelle.'He spoke boldly and with a voice masker making his voice sound as if he were a middle aged man.
He tilted his head towards her the eye optics glowing a dull brass as it took a picture of her in a scene or rather the metal tin can hovering over her shoulder. then looked to Sarah.'I believe we went over this entire argument, it is the same one I showed you I believe. The risk is unfavorable.' He waved his hand dismissively at any argument she might present to his opinion as he looked across the group.
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