[ The mess betrays how empty the ship really is: tables upon tables, chairs upon chairs, and among them only a scattered handful of people. It's not the fact that William's eating alone that's unusual—it's the fact he's here at all.
But here he is, sitting well away from the Automat and paying more heed to his CommLink than his meal. On the Barge he cut, if not a striking figure, at least a dramatic one, decked out in black with his black hat and creaking boots. Now he's almost destined to be overlooked, an unimposing man in unremarkable clothes. His hair a little on the shaggy side.
He looks up sharply at the sound of her voice—drawn to it without fully recognizing it. Her glasses, at least, are hard to miss. ] You wanna trade? [ He calls across the room, his voice unexpectedly light. ]
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But here he is, sitting well away from the Automat and paying more heed to his CommLink than his meal. On the Barge he cut, if not a striking figure, at least a dramatic one, decked out in black with his black hat and creaking boots. Now he's almost destined to be overlooked, an unimposing man in unremarkable clothes. His hair a little on the shaggy side.
He looks up sharply at the sound of her voice—drawn to it without fully recognizing it. Her glasses, at least, are hard to miss. ] You wanna trade? [ He calls across the room, his voice unexpectedly light. ]