"Not like they caused trouble for you before, I really was going to replace what they chewed on the last time we worked together." Seilois drained his drink and called the bartender over to fill it again. Letting them talk and pet each other in peace. Watching his drink get filled once again, he picked it up just in time for Maya to turn her attention back to him, "only thing that wouldn't be replace is lives," while he didn't mind such sentiments, personally he found lives to be very easily replaced, she reached over and patted him which made him tense up.
Human contact was not something he was particularly used to and such an informal one nearly had him drawing one of his blasters on reflex. The wink did stop him though as the intent behind it was harmless enough. "Again, some like to get others almost blown up, right Regor."
Once again he felt he was missing crucial context, "don't worry about it gearbox alredy fixed most of it, im just saing I don't want to see them angry, he we are stil alive, thanks fore thad"
Gearbox. So, the man was a soldier. For the republic? Only soldiers and small time gangs came up with nicknames like Gearbox. Their talk of exploding things really lessened what it could be, and he looked like a soldier. Didn't explain what Maya was, but that was one down.
[member="Regor Laxvan"] [member="Maya Whitelight"]