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Face approves of this logic. He raises his mug of caf in a half-salute to the other man; not many people around now, so they may as well not ignore each other completely.

"Hey." The best thing to say, when you have no idea what time of day is it in the place, is probably "hey."

"Force be with you," Face responds. Greetings that don't rely on time of day are good stuff.

"Y'not a pilot, are you?"

He still needs pilots.

"Ah. You're from that world, right? The one with the Jedis?" Knox grins, though is still surprised by such things.

"And definitely not a pilot. I have enough trouble with a car.

"Alexander Knox, Gotham City, Earth."

Face shifts his mug so he can offer a free hand to Knox. "Pity, I'm still a few short ... Face Loran, Wraith Squadron. Uh, most recently Folor Base, but we were headin' out when I landed here, and that was eight months ago now."

Knox shakes the man's hand. "You landed here? You mean your ship's parked here? That's kinda different. Never saw a spaceship up close." Knox is certainly interested, being a child of the 60s and of Apollo. "I'm afraid those names don't mean much to me. But I met another pilot from your world, I think. A Major Inyiri?"

"Inyri." Face grins widely. "Yeah, she's one 'f us. Went to visit Earth with her a few weeks back. Nope, we ain't parked here - I just walked through the door, same as most. Should be more literal, huh?"

"Yeah. When you're talking to a reporter you have to chose your words real carefully." Knox smirks. "And she did mention she went to Hawaii. So I guess you're the lucky guy."

Face rubs the back of his neck, unable to get rid of the grin. "Pretty damn lucky, all right. Nice place, Earth. Pity we couldn't speak English, but we managed."

Knox kinda stares for a moment. He keeps forgetting the Bar jumps over the language barrier. "Right. Well, they get people from all over Earth there. They rpobably though you were Portugese or Danish or something.

"Hey, can I ask how you paid? I know they take dollars everywhere, but I don't think we have any currency exchange with outer space yet."

"Bar handled the currency exchange, and I knew an Earthian girl who sorted us a hotel and that sort of thing."

"Huh. That's handy. Maybe I should keep that in mind. If anyone ever asks me to do something overseas." Not that such a thing is likely. "Wonder what it gives for dollars to francs or shekels or yen."

"So...you and Inyri are in teh same unit?"

"Nope. She's a Rogue, and she comes in from a good few years in my future." He shrugs, one-shouldered, and drinks more caf. "Don't know how that's gonna work when Bar lets me go, but I figure - we've got now, and we'll let later work itself out."

Fighter pilots don't do well with planning for the future.

Knox considers this. "Yeah, I can see that.

"I've met a couple of people here from my own future - or at least from a future - and I figure, it's okay if wher you come from she's really 8 as long as in the here and now she's an adult.

"And at least you two have a lot in common." He thinks. His knowledge of X-wing pilots is limited.

"Yeah. Milliways, huh?" Face asks, wry, and raises his mug to the Bar. "'Nyri's only two or three years ahead, so I guess either it runs itself dry here'n now, or I wait it out."

That one-shouldered shrug again.

"How about you - sound like you've got some experience with that sort of thing?"

"Just a bit. Met a woman who's already younger than me. Sweet girl. Kills vampires in her spare time.

"She...she kinda got my attention, yeah. Haven't seen her in a while, though. I hope she's okay." Knox tries not make a face that shows too much concern.

"Kills - vampires?" Face laughs. "Not the kinda girl you'd mess around with, huh? Ah, I'm sure she'll be back. Girls usually are."

"I hope this one is. Can't imagine where she'd be though. See, she'd dead." Which makes Knox pause.

"I forgot that. I'm falling for a 21 year old pretty little dead girl.

"Well, I usually fall for the blondes, whether I want to or not." Knox refreshes his cup of coffee.

"Blondes've got their attractions, sure enough," Face agrees, still amused. "Dead, you say? That must be ... interesting."

"Funny thing is, she sure doesn't seem dead. None of the dead here do. Which should be creepy enough.

"but it's left some scars. Poor kid, she put on a good show, but she was a mess." He almost sighs on Buffy's behalf. "Tough or not, she's still human.

"or was."

"Aren't we all," Face says, sombrely, rubbing absently at the blaster scar that cuts diagonally across his face. "How many dead here, do you think? I haven't come across too many myself..."

"I've met..." He thinks for a moment. "At leat three. And come to think of it, they're all young blondes.

"One runs the local brothel and the newspaper. And another is going to be hero on my world, I think.

"I guess, since I've emt about...I don't know, 60 people, that' snot a large sample. But maybe the dead only come out at night." He says this last bit in a bad Dracula voice.

That earns him a lazy grin. Face approves of acting in general. "Conspiracy, maybe. - no, can't be, since I know a dead kid with brown hair. General Solo's son. Nice kid."

Knox winces a little. Yes, he knows that Han Solo is real. And knows Jaina, a little. He can't quite see Han ever being a mourner.

"I've met Jaina. Nice kid, but a little touchy aobutme being a reporter."