[ He rolls his eyes, taking another long sip that empties out his glass. Setting it down, he taps it, indicating it's time for that refill - not that worried about the state of his credits, after all. ]
There's that English kindred spirit I've been missing. [ No, not much of a Mister, not even close to a sir, though he is named for one. ] Hunter. Lance Hunter. [ He offers her his hand for a shake. ] Mary Poppins, I presume? [ What with the strict matrony attitude and desire to teach lessons (or just not pay for an opportunistic stranger's drink). ]
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There's that English kindred spirit I've been missing. [ No, not much of a Mister, not even close to a sir, though he is named for one. ] Hunter. Lance Hunter. [ He offers her his hand for a shake. ] Mary Poppins, I presume? [ What with the strict matrony attitude and desire to teach lessons (or just not pay for an opportunistic stranger's drink). ]