[h3][center] ~The Old Starboard~ [/center][/h3]

Max understood instantly, swiveling his chair to face the woman, and then adjusting his body so that his right art faced her. Sewed finely into the leather jacket was a pair of wings, and embroidered below that was the name of the flight school that Max had attended, Loraedo. In the background the bartender brewed a cup of coffee, the whirring and burbling of steam and hot water filling the air for a few moments before coming to an abrupt end. When the mug sat on the counter Max rose and took it, unseeingly, in one hand. The bartender spoke in objection, Max cut him off unconsciously. 

"I'll pay when I'm done." He said, glancing over his shoulder at the man and giving an apologetic look, "You know I'm good for it." 

Turning his attention back to the table, he found one of the men previously sat there retreating in what seemed like a hurry, freeing up a seat. Max strolled over and placed his mug on the table, offering his hand to the other gentleman sat beside him but keeping his eyes on the woman. 

"Max Summerson, Pleased to meet you." Letting his eyes linger for a moment longer on the female pilot, Max turned his attention fully to the gentleman. Not regarding someone when speaking to them was impolite, and Max was many things but that. Pleasantries aside, Max turned his attention to the awaiting lady, and extended his arm towards her, "Summerson and Suhl Cargo limited," he offered his best smile, "And you?"