Donvan & Anaska
"I'm offended and dare I say flabbergasted you might hold me as nothing more than a stubborn brute who thinks with only what is between his legs, sister dearest~" Donvan offered with a healthy degree of faux insult dancing around every word, one hand over his heart as the blonde playboy-apparent's gaze was drawn back to the two women from Galactic Horizon, a blonde with a fox on her shoulders - but just as quickly as his joke had started it was gone, and he spoke up again, "I'll leave you two to it then, make sure she has some fun, little Ana~" he made sure to get in as his final words before leaving, the golden-brown Daur giggling again as she sat atop Kryss's shoulders.
"I mean~ I brought it but it's back on the ship... no point in using it until we pack up anyway! sand is just going to get everywhere and bleh~" Anaska voiced as her reasons, tongue sticking out in disgust at the thought of how long it would take to cleanse her fur, though returning quickly to a smile as fingers carded through her hair and grazed the base of her vulpine ears.
"Water sounds nice... though you obviously can't do it with that suit on, silly, so you might need to let me climb back down~"
Wyatt
He had been about to point out some of the past crew-members that left the ship shortly before the pink-haired medic had gotten there when what felt like an artillery shell ripped Saya away from his grasp, a lot happened in the brief second it took for Wyatt's digital mind to process just what had happened - pupils already contracting into pin-pricks as the SAINT software floating through all that greymatter told his eyes to identify joints to be shattered, bones to be broken and organs to implode through method of applied CRIED, though once he realized they were sounds of joy following the confusion, his eyes returned to their natural honey-like state, offering the sight of a rather shapely neko wrapping herself around an excited Saya a faint frown.
"So, am I to assume this is the Datenshi you speak of so frequently? the loud entrance certainly lines up with what I have heard~" was almost a jab coming from the Operative as he knelt down, offering two large hands and the masculine forearms attached to help the women up, defined lines of iron cable-like muscles visible beneath the tanned skin as he spoke again, "I am Wyatt, a pleasure to finally meet you, I am sure."
Donvan
He followed the duo of previously spied catgirls for a short while, chatting it up with them though he quickly figured out they were more interested in his own wares than the wares being peddled by Galactic Horizon - it seemed one of them was part of a richer family and might be interested in stock options if only he could get a few moments with her away from her louder friend, though the day was still young and they parted in good faith, slipping a business card into the waist-band of the potential stock-buyer's thin bikini bottom before he wandered off in search of new clientele.
It would be mad to think he could get to every single one of them so Donvan was looking more for opportunities, the outwards appearance of a playboy worked perfectly for his style of business, if he looked like nothing more than a well-proportioned blonde whose Daddy ran a company then why would there be any reason to suspect the mind behind those ocean-blue eyes was running a million possible outcomes to hypothetical scenarios through his mind - social sciences were one of the things he carried a degree in afterall, so it helped to have eyes with a knack for reading people, everything from the way they walked to what they might be wearing helped Donvan narrow down who to actually go for.
It was by no means a guarantee he'd get some business done, but the chance was there, and the percentage for a desired outcome was a lot higher using this method than just going for any old chum - of course though, right now he looked like nothing more than a handsome man with a mane of blonde hair admiring the local wildlife~
Something black and gold managed to catch his gaze amidst the crowd though and Donvan liked what he saw upon further investigation, despite the fact she appeared to just be enjoying the beach with her sister? no - apparent-daughter, he could see there was something a bit calculating behind her eyes even if he'd only gotten a glimpse at them, and she carried herself a little differently to the other militarized catgirls.
Why not? if it was a failure then it was just that, a single failure, so by all means it was worth a try.
"Forgive me if I am being a little bold, being a stranger to you fine folks, but I simply must pay compliments where they are due - both you lovely ladies have rather eye catching hair I must say, one sister is as blue as the sea while the other's is like a bright star slicing through the night," Donvan opened up with, his classic old-colonial accent more than prevalent with the compliments being handed out, even if he could tell one of the ageless beings clearly came from the other.
"I suppose it might be a little less awkward if you at least know the name of the stranger appreciating your looks so boldly, hm? Donvan Black, at your service," he offered the small group with a courteous bow, dressed in his rather form-fitting and logo-emblazoned board shorts along with an unbuttoned floral-print shirt covering the young man's toned and lean torso.
He was a bloody charming bugger, to put things simply~