Snippet #2397086

Rosh nodded and finished his drink. The kid thought he had what it took, but then again did he even know what he was walking into? Did Rosh, for that matter? It was an impossible project, they had told him. Stupid, really. Now he had to proceed practically in secret, and what a shame that was. For his research! It lagged.

"That we won't," said Rosh into an empty mug. He passed on the refill that was offered almost immediately; The Hangover knew business. Standing up, he withdrew a thin metal business card from a pocket and handed it to Damioa. On it was his name, a number at which to reach him, and the title 'Bio-Corenetic Developer', whatever that meant. "I suggest training," He commented on his way out to the princess, bobbing a bow to Tien the Young right before the door closed on his heels.

Aneres Coreveon stared after him in shock, mock-exploding the door and making a little, "Pew!" sound. One of her keepers grumbled about too much television. The princess shot him a glare, but straightened. Addressing Tien the Young she bobbed in the most informal of curtsies and hefted the gun off to a line faced keeper. It didn't matter that the woman didn't want to be acknowledged as royalty or what have you, where Aneres came from a Queen was a Queen, no ifs, ands, buts, or disrespects out, about, or around it!

"I hold your honor, Tien the Young," Aneres said with a smile in her eyes still, "Until again we meet." Moving to the counter, Aneres made a mental note to contact Tien about tea, soon.