[yeah, sorry about the lateness Myriam, he got lost despite having the address. Or maybe because of it, who knows how this brain works.
He's quick to guess that the cardboard box is her, though, since everyone else looks like run of the mill colonists moping in their beer. He swings by to order a bottle of rum sent to the table and then plops down across from her.]
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He's quick to guess that the cardboard box is her, though, since everyone else looks like run of the mill colonists moping in their beer. He swings by to order a bottle of rum sent to the table and then plops down across from her.]
Incognito, I'm guessing?