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Brigitte nodded, listening intently to Lyki's every word. What a fascinating visitor. It wasn't often that guests were so interesting; most of them had the same old story, just with different names and different places substituted throughout their own narrative. They were not often very philoshophical or introspective, swirling multiple nodes of thought worth considering long after the conversation was over. Very rarely would someone with those qualities come through Aegis, much less go to the tavern to talk.

Lyki was one of those guests.

"I can see myself staying here," Brigitte drawled, glancing down at her glass as she swirled the whiskey along the inner rim. "I don't remember what it's like out there. I arrived here when I was 11... but all that is gone. Besides," she added, looking up and grinning broadly, "I love being at home!"

She took a sip of the whiskey, letting its smokey tones waft up into her nose. Gerryn was tending the bar tonight, and must have come across an incredible batch this week. "I sure hope you're wrong about that war bit, my friend. Believe me, this facility can withstand a lot." The very idea of the situation at Aegis spiraling into destruction was a little terrifying to her.

Brigitte looked down again at the table and shrugged her shoulders. "And that pretty stuff? Not pretty enough for the world, you said?" she asked, sipping again from her glass, "the world sure has a weird idea of 'pretty.' My experience is that it's not what's on the outside that counts. It's not what things look like that counts. It was things are that counts." She reached a hand behind her ear to coverly pat her scar, to reassure her that she did, in fact, possess true wisdom about the subject.