#scribebax

It was quite a shock, really. He never thought he’d see another survivor of his race here on Fastoon. He heard about him from Angela. Honestly, he seemed like a very kind, but reserved kind of guy, according to what he heard. Now that he was here... he might as well go and introduce himself.

Steady steps approached the elder, clearing his throat before speaking.

“Ears up,” Minok mumbles as he passes behind Catrina with a tray.

“What?” Cat’s eyes jump to the door. Sure enough, a Lombax is making his way in -- this one’s visibly older, probably twice her age, with brown and black fur. 

Dammit, where are they all coming from?

Wishing it were a little busier this afternoon, she nevertheless puts on her best game face and continues shaking her one other customer’s martini, waiting for this Lombax to signal for her. It’s only by reminding herself how slim the chances are that he’ll actually know her, that she keeps her composure when he finally does catch her eye and she comes over.

“Afternoon, sir, welcome to Meridian Prime. I’m Catrina. What’s your fancy?”