“Well I saw how baldy ya were shakin’,” she said simply. “Can’t blame ya. Don’t like being in tight spaces m’self.” She moved her hair over her shoulder, and rested her elbow on the table.
“I’ve been in to many to count.” They still seemed nervous as it was strange for a merc to be talking to him than at him. Patches shuffled his feet on the table and scratched the back of his head. “Thank you for taking me away from that scrabble…they always do that when they get their hands on me.”
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