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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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He sighs. "You can stop that any time, you know. I don't live here, remember?"

"Stop which?" She looks up, not denying anything but just wondering which annoying activity he's alluding to.

"The thing with the sauce."

"That thing?" She makes a flicking motion.

"Yeah, that'd be it."

"So not that thing." She pitches a bit of rolled up napkin at him.

"Very funny," he says dryly, not bothering to try to catch it. Maybe if he's stoic enough she'll stop...

Stoic is so funny. She likes this guy. Still, the river bank's a better place to bug people. There's no bartender to ban you for making a mess.

"Kin see yer killin' yerself, bunky." She snerks and eats.

"Oh, definitely." He smiles slightly and returns to finishing off his meal.

People are trickling into the cantina and the bots have settled down to slapping each other in the head, saying ouch stop it and slapping back monotonously by the time Mornbein pushes away her empty plate and hikes up her shirt to wipe her mouth. "Knock it off, ya slaggin' bastiches."

He sighs. "Maybe we'd better get going before these two actually start damaging each other." He's smirking, though. It's been a while since his life was anything like this normal, even if the kids beating each other up were giant robots.

"Fraggers know better. Ya looked out the window yet?" She picks up her plate and licks it.

"Not really, no. Why?" He glances toward the window curiously.

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