Deagan Hunt
Captain of the Valkyrie
"Terrible stuff, allergies. Miserable." Jerec turned his full attention to Deagan. "Let me tell you about my ex-wife, Captain Silane. Knockout in a red dress, best in the business, present company not excepted. Xenomorphic rhak-skuri, black carapace." He sighed with loss and longing. "Hypoallergenic."
All ranchy jokes aside, when the Ithorian spoke about his ex-wife, Deagan's lips curved into a genuine grin. Especially in the wake of longing and tint of loss that came from him.
"Sounds like she was the perfect companion for you, mate." he brought his beer glass up for a toast, "I can drink to that. To Captain Silane."