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"That sounds fair to me. I can't expect you to make any long-term commitments with a stranger your Susan here plucked up from the spaceport." Phoenix agreed. He was hesitant to enter into any formal contracts himself. He didn't want to be tied down. He had weaselled some freedom for himself out of the universe, and he wasn't willing to relinquish it. He shook Remy's hand, his grip delicate but firm. "Refit Huh? Was it a custom job or a package deal?" He asked his eagerness to explort the ship showing clearly in his tone of voice.
Suddenly his world was tipping sideways again, and Susan had grabbed hold of him, hauling them both inside away from the Nepleslians they were so worried would recognize Susan. His eyes narrowed, wondering what had her so antsy about it, but he let himself get swept up into the excitement of the moment. and well... He was keen to get his hands on a disguise. He lowered his voice conspiratorially, his grip on Susan tightening because he didn't want to be dropped. "Clever, I haven't worn a disguise in a while, not since I was "Mr. Stapleton's" Plucky assistant"
He swung his legs down as they reached a back room. He went red when he realized what the staff had on offer for performer outfits. "You know... as Ole Enzo used to say better to ask forgiveness if you're caught than ask permission." The tiny man said with a little wink. He then lifted one of the costumes up, a little amused. "Where are the pants?" He fumbled around the racks of clothes finding a feather boa, a sheer shawl, and what looked like sheer thigh-high tights but nothing for modesty. Still, though... he wanted to impress Susan, and well, this was for fun, right? He obscured himself behind the rack of costumes and fought with the tight bodysuit. He was pulling it up 'round his non-existent chest when the whole world rocked underneath him, causing him to stumble out barefoot and half-dressed. His mismatched eyes widened as his mute confusion was greeted by emergency Sirens. He reached instinctively for his bag, His hands shook as he rooted around looking for his weapons. "What in blazes was that?"
Suddenly his world was tipping sideways again, and Susan had grabbed hold of him, hauling them both inside away from the Nepleslians they were so worried would recognize Susan. His eyes narrowed, wondering what had her so antsy about it, but he let himself get swept up into the excitement of the moment. and well... He was keen to get his hands on a disguise. He lowered his voice conspiratorially, his grip on Susan tightening because he didn't want to be dropped. "Clever, I haven't worn a disguise in a while, not since I was "Mr. Stapleton's" Plucky assistant"
He swung his legs down as they reached a back room. He went red when he realized what the staff had on offer for performer outfits. "You know... as Ole Enzo used to say better to ask forgiveness if you're caught than ask permission." The tiny man said with a little wink. He then lifted one of the costumes up, a little amused. "Where are the pants?" He fumbled around the racks of clothes finding a feather boa, a sheer shawl, and what looked like sheer thigh-high tights but nothing for modesty. Still, though... he wanted to impress Susan, and well, this was for fun, right? He obscured himself behind the rack of costumes and fought with the tight bodysuit. He was pulling it up 'round his non-existent chest when the whole world rocked underneath him, causing him to stumble out barefoot and half-dressed. His mismatched eyes widened as his mute confusion was greeted by emergency Sirens. He reached instinctively for his bag, His hands shook as he rooted around looking for his weapons. "What in blazes was that?"