6-208: Administration Bureau Executive Conference Facility
“I don’t think she is Zayaire’s type, but he was hers, and she has never forgiven him for being fucked and forgotten.”
Aston makes the casual gutter profanity sound quite appropriate to the circumstance, somehow.
“I don’t think she planning on having him thrown out an airlock, but she might if she thought she could get away with it. She’s sportsing over her profile though.”
[Aston’s Sportsball metaphor is equivalent to ‘punching above her weight’.]
He says in Winta’s ear, “Let us amble; feel free to chime in.”
He sets off, and a few steps later just happens to cross the path of Dragoult.
“Ah, Eleric Dragoult, isn’t it? We met at the Logistics and Trade conference, didn’t we? How are you enjoying your evening?”
Dragoult stops and eyes Aston and Winta, “Very good thank you, Undercrat Ziegler-Sim-Carrow-Narw.”
He manages Aston’s lengthy House Name effectively conveying with casual respect.
“And yours?”
Before they head off, can she make an assessment of Adler’s looks?