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A fairly normal someone - looks like a college kid - wanders into the cantina, looking around curiously. Hope I got the coordinates right...

He's dressed up, comparatively, at least - as in, he's in slacks and a fairly nice shirt as opposed to a t-shirt and jeans. He waves awkwardly at the bartender. "Uh, hey."

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"It's the same thing that makes me look weird." She wipes the last mug and drains the sink. "It just came out differently."

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He nods, going back to his food. "If you say so."

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"Scylla's nice. She did a few missions with Mornbein." Orion grunts as Runamuck slugs him in the side, then slugs back.

Mornbein snorts and flips a bit more sauce at Davey.

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Davey shrugs. "If you say so. I've never met her."

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"Anyhow," says Mornbein. "You like swimmin', huh?"

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He shrugs. "I'm good at it. Even before I was taken - I was a swimmer in high school."

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"Wanna go after yer done that?" She nods to his plate.

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"Don't see why not," he replies. "As long as the kids there don't decide to do any cannonballs."

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She sniggers. "Don't give the bastiches ideas."

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"Sorry." He doesn't look sorry at all. "This would be back at this resort?"