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[fighter__pilot]

The door to Milliways opens with more force than usual as Shalla pushes through it violently, not slowing until she's run a few more steps into the bar. She slides a little when she stops, then stands there for a moment, looking around and blinking. She's wearing the uniform of capital ship personnel, a datapad braced in the sling holding one of

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[necessary_child]

[OOC: Jacee? Any chance of your coming on AIM? I've missed you. <3]

Sam remembers her, even if he hasn't seen her in a while.

"Hey, Shalla, where've you been?" He's holding an ice cream again. It's pink and white. "And what happened to your arm?"

[fighter__pilot]

[ooc: AIM's being wonky right now, but I'll try to be on tomorrow. I've missed you too. <33]

"Home," she tells him. "And I broke it. Some mission or another."

She smiles at him.

"How're you?"

[necessary_child]

[OOC: Alas, I almost certainly won't be around tomorrow night. How's the night after?]

"I don't approve," he informs her solemnly. "Of the arm, I mean. You'll get dented. Hasn't put a dent in your prettiness, though."

A short pause whilst he negotiates a particularly tricky bit of melting ice cream.

"I'm all right. Still Bound. And bored. You?"

[fighter__pilot]

[ooc: Should be good. :D!]

She grins, tossing a salute with her other arm.

"I'll try to be more careful in the future," she assures him. "But I'm okay. Been a busy four years and all, but still alive."

Which is a plus.

[necessary_child]

[:D :D :D!]

"...Whoah. Four years?"

Beat.

"Want a drink?"

[fighter__pilot]

She looks between her water and him for a moment, then grins again and nods.

"A drink sounds great."

[necessary_child]

"I thought you'd say that, somehow." Sam hops down from the table he's been sitting on.

"What're you having?"