Indrani's understanding of chivalry is a bit lacking, so she reaches out and ruffles his hair on the way past. The bar inside is pretty quiet this time of day. There's a tired looking guy bristling with guns at the bar, a few people talking around a table, and what appears to be a mostly rotted zombie washing glasses behind the counter. He raises a hand that appears to be sculpted from beef jerky and waves cheerfully. "Hey, Miss Mukherjee. Nova was lookin' for yah."
"Thanks, Gob. Couple'a beers?"
"Sure thing."
She elbows Todd enthusiastically. "She probably wants me to carry a letter or something. We can give you a test run."
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on 2015-09-28 08:04 pm (UTC)"Thanks, Gob. Couple'a beers?"
"Sure thing."
She elbows Todd enthusiastically. "She probably wants me to carry a letter or something. We can give you a test run."