Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Nov 10, 2024 0:31:14 GMT -8
Wading into her task, Grace went through some dossiers. Holding up two photos -Grace- “This is her?”:A smile crossing her face -He had good taste…..” Caught betwixt the two photos she finally spoke -Grace- “Incredible… one pic and she’s Snow White yet here….” Holding the other high -Grace- “She’s quite healthy looking…..” Then from out of the blue the woman declared -Grace- “Golan Platforms are designed to handle attacks by fleets.” Smiling politely -Grace- “Wouldn’t necessarily say a sitting duck but nonetheless they are wide open attacks by small ships.” And as fast as it had been put forward the point abruptly fell to the wayside, as a Native approached, whispering in the right ear of Grace. Standing she hugged the woman. Then withdrawing a satchel from coat tGrace took out a fistful of credits, handing them to the woman -Grace- “I am so sorry….” Turning back to Kieran and Laoch she said -Grace- “Did you hear that?” Hands gesturing wildly -Grace- “Ok… so her husband goes to the store. Wearing a nice new fur coat.” The words spoken inciting a small bout of gigles, then quickly composing herself -Grace- “So, some moron mistook him for a Tog and pummeled him.” She was quite put off by the tale of buffoonery