IC Contact Post [Hadriel]

[mismanagement]

This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

Comments

[mismanagement]

Mhmm. [Maketh finishes her coffee with a sigh.] He doesn't seem the type to risk the caves, not unless he feels cornered. But I doubt he'll come quietly.

[synthedick]

We'll just have to keep an eye out for him, see if we can't sniff him out. He's bound to turn up eventually.

[He finishes his own mug, setting it next to the sink to wash later.]

Thanks for the coffee. Beats what we had back home by a long shot.

[mismanagement]

True. It is a closed circuit. [Eventually he'll have to come back for supplies, even if he's found himself a hole to wait it out in. Maketh leans back with a smile.] Any time. I mean that.

[synthedick]

I'll take you up on it more often. For now, I'll get this paperwork sorted out. See if I can't save my legs and Rey some grief.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh smiles at him, a warm expression.] That too is appreciated.