Jonathon Patches
Information Broker
[member="Skye Mertaal"] [member="Irajah Ven"]
Patches grin was small, and subtle, and didn't quite convey the amusement he found at the thought of her disappearing into the refresher, and walking out in a nurses outfit. A moment passed as he pondered that thought, however he felt it best not to draw attention to themselves in their current setting, even if he did spend more than a few moments thinking about that scene.
"No, not here... I don't think this is the kind of scene where one would find a candy striper," he said, then added with a grin, "besides, I don't think the refreshers here are up to your usual standards."
Of course, she could have very well been referring to if the facility was here, and not where she would wear the outfit; but Patches knew the thought of the outfit would make her more than a little uncomfortable.
"More of the up there, kind of facility," he said, his index finger pointing upwards, as he added, "Quarantined, tight security... no way in, no way out... the usual kind of stuff," he said with a wink, as his eyes surveyed the other patrons briefly.
"And what is it always about..." he said, pausing for a moment, as he added, "information."
Patches grin was small, and subtle, and didn't quite convey the amusement he found at the thought of her disappearing into the refresher, and walking out in a nurses outfit. A moment passed as he pondered that thought, however he felt it best not to draw attention to themselves in their current setting, even if he did spend more than a few moments thinking about that scene.
"No, not here... I don't think this is the kind of scene where one would find a candy striper," he said, then added with a grin, "besides, I don't think the refreshers here are up to your usual standards."
Of course, she could have very well been referring to if the facility was here, and not where she would wear the outfit; but Patches knew the thought of the outfit would make her more than a little uncomfortable.
"More of the up there, kind of facility," he said, his index finger pointing upwards, as he added, "Quarantined, tight security... no way in, no way out... the usual kind of stuff," he said with a wink, as his eyes surveyed the other patrons briefly.
"And what is it always about..." he said, pausing for a moment, as he added, "information."