[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f9ad81]Foy Coiffeur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://snippetstudios.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/a-million-ways-to-die-in-the-west-640x350.png [/img][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Location:[/color][/b] (in front of) Prometheus - Newhope Docks [hr][/center]
	
	Foy chortled a hearty and genuine chortle, listening to the words of his fine and stalwart compatriot. [color=f9ad81]"Ho ho ho hoooo... as a certainty, chum of mine! I most wholeheartedly agree, that particular trio of alliterative descriptors perfectly befits the proper mantra of a Gentleman perusing social environs - Taste, Talent, and Tact. I might amend this last point upon the instance of one acting in a manner contrary to those virtues or threatening to upset one's moments of repose, altering to Tactic. Something of a more martial and decisive nature, with positive [i]oodles[/i] of discretion."[/color] 

	Straightening his tie and refastening his platinum tie pin, the dapper gentleman continued, [color=f9ad81]"So far as our more godly associate is concerned, I worry not about the spiritual ramifications of such matters. I am no theologian, and I must admit a sense of reigning apathy on the dour and unwavering topic of "Sin", brother of Farraday's arms. Regardless of his presence, were I gifted with a Reader's sense of clairvoyance, I too might predict the onset of a right and proper 'staching in our future; by strength of charisma or coin, matters not to me. Naturally, you recall my philosophy on the otherwise publicly taboo subject, yes?"[/color] Foy did not particularly wish to get into details, being in mixed company. [color=f9ad81]"What [i]does[/i] give me concern, dearest Jahosafat, is that the Gentleman of Starched Collar is a few paces closer to the jocularity than we. By your leave then, my good sir? We must away, and just the second that propriety dictates that it must be so."[/color] 

	Thankfully, the debonair fellow had a reputation of taciturn professionalism while the heat was on. Be it stabbing, sniping, or engaging in fisticuffs, Foy was ever the direct, smiling sociopath that one needed in that moment. However, this was leisure. All bets were off. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joToxLegqZk/UlP_OiXe43I/AAAAAAAAcfs/_sbEOs83YPQ/s400/Peinados+de+hombres+al+estilo+de+Christian+Bale-1.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] (in front of) Prometheus - Newhope Docks [hr][/center]	

	In Harper's mind, this was taking way too long. He didn't particularly enjoy spending more time out in the open than was necessary, particularly now as it was getting dark out and they had a break-in earlier that day. Even Anisa's insistence that he accompany her to get the ship, despite the fact that he mistakenly took it for trust and not a security matter, had come to put just a trace more paranoia into his thoughts that evening. Everyone was present. It was time to go. 

	Unfortunately, there really wasn't a physical approach that he could take to speed things along. Some of these people were weightier, more experienced fighters than himself. Plus, he couldn't utilize his big wrench in the matter of getting people moving along. Sadly, he had left it inside. (Not that he would [i]actually[/i] consider it seriously, but the mind wanders into inappropriate areas sometimes.) Instead, he comported himself with a rather businesslike note in the manner of a dutiful Lieutenant, approaching Anisa and Dorothy with hopeful but neutral sentiment. 

        [color=008080]"Ma'am? And ah, ma'am? If I may, I get that this piece of R & R is necessary, especially with us just getting to know each other. The truth is, I'm not sure if I want to go, either. But we need to stick together, and if you will forgive my presumption, you two should probably talk. I will be happy to keep conversation with the less sociable of us, seeing as I'm right there with them."[/color]

        Decent enough sentiment, unless one surmised that the reason he suggested they stick together was that there was not an overabundance of trust established. [color=008080]"That being said: Captain Crowe, Doctor, I suggest we get this started. Ma'am and ma'am, if you will please excuse me for speaking freely, let's begin the evening."[/color] Harper knew if Dorothy found a way to stay on board the ship, he would use it as an excuse to stay, himself. He could use some semi-private quiet time. Anisa didn't seem to want that for anyone, so he might as well go with it. 

        Turning his attention to Daphne, he remembered his relatively mannered upbringing, be it not quite as mannered as [i]some[/i] of the crew. [color=008080]"Miss Pender? May I escort you into town?"[/color] he inquired, offering her his arm.