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[too_far_in]

[OOM: Everything goes to plan for Gara Petothel and Talon Squadron is dead.]

This wasn't the 'fresher...but it would do.

Maybe she'd have a celebratory drink. She did just rack up points for a successful mission plotted out.

She settles for water though.

Botherable.

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[last_talon]

Myn is sitting two stools away from the young lady when she sits down. He looks up stiffly, briefly, at the new arrival, blinks a couple of times, and stares back into his glass.

This may be as close to a greeting as Myn can remember how to muster right now.

[too_far_in]

She glances over at him, tucking short hair behind her ear. "Bad day?" she ventures, her accent placing her as Imperial...but here, that could mean anything.

[last_talon]

That may be the new understatement of the year. Donos looks over at her and nods in response. "You?"

[too_far_in]

"S'alright. Had better, had worse." She shrugs idly. "I'm sorry you had a bad day. You're doing well though, drownin' your sorrows."

N'aww, this cute woman couldn't totally have blown you up, now could she? (This means you should never listen to comm traffic, Myn. EVER.)