Sarge Potteiger
Emotional Damage
A man, half seen, half unseen, kicks his feet up onto a table, a cigar clamped between his lips. A deep inhale is heard as his attention shifts to you, a smirk forming upon the lips half glimpsed through smoke and shadow.
"I've seen plenty of plenty of fightin' recently - Mandalorians and Sith, one on one duels. Lots of veiled threats and shows of force, too. So I'm curious, friend. Who do ya fear?"
The smirk only grows, as though he was perpetuating a cosmic joke of some kind. "Me? I'm only wary of one person; @[member="Cira"]. Never really know what she's thinking or feeling. I can read just about anyone, but not her. A smile and a frown mean the same thing coming from the boss, and you're just as likely to get a kind word as a boot to the behind."
"I've seen plenty of plenty of fightin' recently - Mandalorians and Sith, one on one duels. Lots of veiled threats and shows of force, too. So I'm curious, friend. Who do ya fear?"
The smirk only grows, as though he was perpetuating a cosmic joke of some kind. "Me? I'm only wary of one person; @[member="Cira"]. Never really know what she's thinking or feeling. I can read just about anyone, but not her. A smile and a frown mean the same thing coming from the boss, and you're just as likely to get a kind word as a boot to the behind."