Rune Shamalain
Glassjaw Geist
Something about that reassuring smile that sank into his memory. Brows raised as the man looked to the mask in his hand and momentarily considered the option to stay in the ship - a fleeting thought at most.
Lightheaded, right.
Rune stowed the mask into an inner pocket of his coat, giving Pibs a placating glance as he followed the woman down the ramp and across the connecting walkway.
"Have you worked as a Pilot for very long, Miss Kinsey?" she certainly knew her way around these things. It struck him as ironic that he should be paying for a ride across half the galaxy in order to take up the mantle as Director of Operations of a galactic shipwright company. Rune knew very little about ships but he knew business very well - and what was a second life without learning and trying new things?
Lightheaded, right.
Rune stowed the mask into an inner pocket of his coat, giving Pibs a placating glance as he followed the woman down the ramp and across the connecting walkway.
"Have you worked as a Pilot for very long, Miss Kinsey?" she certainly knew her way around these things. It struck him as ironic that he should be paying for a ride across half the galaxy in order to take up the mantle as Director of Operations of a galactic shipwright company. Rune knew very little about ships but he knew business very well - and what was a second life without learning and trying new things?