Pre-Time jump.

"Donald Sinclair?" Arsenio asked rhetorically, "a pleasure." On one hand, he blamed Milya and Donald for his failure in the previous mission. On the other hand, he knew better than to completely absolve himself of guilt and responsibility. At any rate the timing of the attack had not been in his favor. He decided not to hold their collective failure over their heads unless they managed to provoke him.

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Post-Time jump.

A poker card flew towards Milya's face. "Milya~!" Arsenio called out from up on the catwalk of the hangar, "Do you want me to deal you in?" He continued flicking cards at her with surprising accuracy and made his way down to where she was working. "You wanna play Texas Hold'em?"