[ Wash can feel Kyna's eyes on his, and it's... kind of nice to be looked at. He glances up at her as he zips the survival suit and slips into his boots. ]
Yes. That's my motive.
[ He clicks his armor into place with practiced speed, holsters his magnum and sheathes a combat knife. He'll leave his rifle and the throwing knives, he's only taking what he is as a precaution. Maybe a bit of a safety blanket.
Now they can go.
The Speakeasy is a little more crowded than he'd like, but they take a position in the corner and that helps a little, as he scans the crowd for anyone who might seem a little too interested in him. Wash nurses a single drink, wanting to stay sharp just in case. Nobody bothers them, though, as they talk about the different bars they've been to in their own worlds. He tells her about shore leave antics back during Freelancer. And when she wants to dance, Wash shrugs and joins her. It looks silly to try in armor, but it makes her smile and Wash is finding he likes that. ]
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Yes. That's my motive.
[ He clicks his armor into place with practiced speed, holsters his magnum and sheathes a combat knife. He'll leave his rifle and the throwing knives, he's only taking what he is as a precaution. Maybe a bit of a safety blanket.
Now they can go.
The Speakeasy is a little more crowded than he'd like, but they take a position in the corner and that helps a little, as he scans the crowd for anyone who might seem a little too interested in him. Wash nurses a single drink, wanting to stay sharp just in case. Nobody bothers them, though, as they talk about the different bars they've been to in their own worlds. He tells her about shore leave antics back during Freelancer. And when she wants to dance, Wash shrugs and joins her. It looks silly to try in armor, but it makes her smile and Wash is finding he likes that. ]