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"Yeah, almost make you forget." He said in response to Tarkana, making sure to rather exaggerate 'almost'. As she spoke he caught himself staring at her strange looking cigar having honestly always wanted to try one but never having the courage to do so. He also thought it was rather funny for some reason whenever a Rathkan would blow smoke from their upper nostrils, he didn't know why but the site normally made him laugh inwardly so he was hoping if Tarkana did it he wouldn't miss it.

As they sat there Frank inhaled deeply on the cigarette he clutched in his right fingers as he listened to Kartana vent, or that's what he assumed she was doing anyways. "Cant say why you got the job but they probably keep you in the position cause you get quotas met for the most part?" He asked her, quickly taking another drag of his smoke before speaking up again. "And believe it or not the miners have some kinda respect for you. Think that's just cause your not a total slave driver? I honestly don't know." He let his words hang there for a moment as he simply soaked in the scenery. Finishing his cigarette he tossed the dying ember off of the platform, the faint glow disappearing quickly among the many other far brighter glowing objects.

"And if they're so worried about this so called 'revolution'" Frank slurred the word revolution, obvious disdain in his voice. "You'd think they would lay off on these ever growing quotas?" He asked Tarkana, even though it was more of a rhetorical question. It was almost like Frank had read her mind on the subject, but the truth was he had honestly been thinking the same thing. With a final heavy sigh Frank quickly added "But what do I know? I'm just paid to shoot things. You want me to quietly spread the word around Sec to be extra careful?"