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When Tycho enters the bar this afternoon, it's not more than a moment before he spots Winter. It probably takes her even less time to notice him; she has always been spectacularly observant, after all. He meets her smile with a bright one of his own and he makes his way over, tucking his datapad stylus into a vest pocket.
Very shortly, there are a blond Starfighter Command colonel and a white-haired Intelligence agent settled in across from each other, hands casually touching on the tabletop as they catch up. Catching up seems to involve a little bit of talking, a big bit of laughter.
Very shortly, there are a blond Starfighter Command colonel and a white-haired Intelligence agent settled in across from each other, hands casually touching on the tabletop as they catch up. Catching up seems to involve a little bit of talking, a big bit of laughter.