E-340: Zarg’s World Downport, Circus Galacta, VIP Lounge
But wait…
He averts his gaze from Oliver for a couple of seconds then, “But wait, that doesn’t bother you, that you’re motivated by a revenge you probably won’t get?”
Gregar’s Story
“I met Karmen in a bar on Captree, was trying to figure out whether I wanted to go back into space after, you know,” he gestures awkwardly to his scarred visage, “having half my face burned off. She was bitching about having just lost an engineer; the barman introduced us, maybe so he didn’t have to listen to either of us complaining any more.
“We agreed I’d hire on for three jumps, just as a trial…”
The artist is using a much finer marker than she used for Oliver, though she works very fast it takes her longer to draw Prrri than any other subjects Lia may have noticed, and she stops several times to look closely at him.
Prrri notes Lia as she moves to stand behind the artist, but his attention is otherwise focussed on she who is drawing him, and he sits stock-still breathing shallowly, only the occasional twitch of his whiskers revealing any movement at all.
Lia may comment, or leave after watching a brief time? Otherwise, it will take several Moments then she will be done.
Lia is fascinated but doesn’t speak until the picture is finished, for fear of distracting the artist.
She will smile at Prrri as she watches the sketch come to life.
But wait
“Hmm. No, I think in the end it mostly comes down to curiosity.”
Gregar
“Seems like a successful trial then?”