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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Smith's Rest, New Anchorage | Convention Center[/b]
March 26th, 2677[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]Kane would’ve responded to the other girl, but the sudden appearance of Percy had gathered his undivided attention.

[color=954f4f]“Not hammered.”[/color] Kane quipped in response, a chuckle leaving his lips as the inebriated NC pilot sat down at the table.

Kane still felt alien to the ‘old guard’ of New Anchorage and his interactions with Percy were fairly limited before today as far as he could remember, not for the lack of interest but rather the lack of time for it – between the training regimen Graham put them through, surviving the sudden attack weeks ago, and the [i]vetting[/i] that happened afterward there wasn’t really much energy to get to know the people that were to be his comrades in arms. But hopefully the conference was going to be the end of it, or at least the end of it for a few months. It had been a long time since Kane had been part of a coordinated team and after what they had been through since he joined this outfit he was pretty sure he was going to need to get coordinated if he was to survive at all. That started with scenes like this.

[color=954f4f]“Not that I blame you. That was ground zero out there.”[/color]

A scoff occurred from the orange-haired girl to his left who had sat at the table with him first. [color=f7941d]“It’s no big deal. Worse fish to fry out in the wilds.”[/color][/indent]