> > Catching the slight movement out of the corner of his eye, his face > > grows perplexed for a second before his eyes light up, "You're a real >lady!" > > > > "Yes...I'm a Dame of the Order of Deneb...", Sharda replies > > matter-of-factly, with only the tiniest trace of pride. > > > > Then as the 'unable to afford' sinks in, his mirth bounces off the > > walls . "That man owes you a tall one," he laughs thrusting his hand at > > the couple causing the duffle to swing helplessly from the strap still > > grasped tightly in his extended hand. > > > > She looks a little puzzled for a moment until she grasps what the man > > might be implying. Then she smiles again. "Ah. Thank you, Mr. > > Cuthbert!" > > > > With his other hand he starts to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye >but > > regrasps the door before it slams in the lady's face. The tear >forgotten, > > roles down his ruddy cheek before suspending itself from a jaw line > > that hasn't been shaved since early morning or perhaps the night before. > > > > Sharda seems to be a bit surprised by his single tear, but clearly > > decides not to mention it as she gracefully steps through the open > > door. The attractive trader then walked up to Sasha and gave both him > > and his companion a polite smile and nod. "Excuse me, sir...", she > > asks with the easy confidence of someone who's obviously a "people > > person", "...but are you Captain Chevzardnazheh?" > >The woman with the PDA standing next to the apparent Captain squelched a >smile that appeared on her face as Sharda did a passable job on the last >name, then took a half-step back and into that position normally assumed by >an adjuctant or an aide-out of sight yet able to whisper into a superiors >ear if needed... > >Paris kept her mouth to herself--the woman hadn't mangled Sasha's name too >badly, not for a first try, which meant that she'd apparently met him >yesterday... "Dame Gidikki!" he says with a nod, and holding out his hand to greet her, comfortable with her, though officially meeting in person for the first time. "Video does not do you justice! Yes, Sasha Ctvrtznadzeh," he says, putting the correct planetary roll to it. "And I see you've met Captain Cuthbert. Good to see you again, Bartholomew. Let me introduce Persephone Sobotkas," he says indicating the woman with him with a smile, "though usually she prefers Paris. Dame Sharda Gidikki and Captain Bartholomew Cuthbert. And Desdaemona, if I'm not mistaken. Forgive me," he says turning to the redhead hurrying up, "I, for the life of me, cannot remember your surname, Desdaemona!" He introduces the others all round again, then says, "Shall we?" indicating the direction to head back to the table. Sasha
