[ The bartender is waiting, so he flicks his gaze over, deciding. ]
Gin and tonic.
[ She goes off to make their orders, motions crisp and efficient. Just like any of his projections.
And that's what does it, what makes the pieces fall into place. While the woman in the seat next to him has a carefully cultivated class, something about her motions aren't as familiar. There's a languid sense of grace that only his projection of Mal sometimes carries with her.
Their drinks arrive promptly, settled on cardboard coasters and with delicate garnish. ]
I have to admit, I'm impressed. [ He murmurs it over the rim of his drink, taking a careful sip. ]
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Gin and tonic.
[ She goes off to make their orders, motions crisp and efficient. Just like any of his projections.
And that's what does it, what makes the pieces fall into place. While the woman in the seat next to him has a carefully cultivated class, something about her motions aren't as familiar. There's a languid sense of grace that only his projection of Mal sometimes carries with her.
Their drinks arrive promptly, settled on cardboard coasters and with delicate garnish. ]
I have to admit, I'm impressed. [ He murmurs it over the rim of his drink, taking a careful sip. ]