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It's been a long stretch in life for Random Dent, who has gone by quite a many names by now, and is called many many different things by many many different people, and has been the epitome of angsty teenager, the troubled girl with the Electra complex, the mad musician, the calculated killer, and now?

Well, stepping into Milliways today, she's very clearly Lady Ranaide of Antar, governor of one of the planet's three moons.

(The second from left, if you're looking at a photograph.)

And she's been the young, recently-appointed governor for a while, now. She's surprisingly not particularly bad at it, either, though quite a bit of that may have come from being friends with Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker starting at a very young age.

She's gotten tired of being a politican, though, and leans against the bar and scribbles an order on a piece of her everpresent notepad paper, placing it on Bar's surface and half-smiling when she gets a tea and a few cookies, relaxing against the stool and just ... eating.

Relaxing.

Things have been busy.

She hasn't had a break in what may very well have actually been a month, and the sudden appearance of Milliways probably helped with the mindset that she might need one. It's sometimes just time to be a teenage-ish girl instead of someone with a long series of responsibilities, responsible for the end of several consecutive worlds before the age of fifteen or not.

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Today they match, then, because it's very definitely Lord Rath of Antar who just stepped in.

He nods to her, smiling.

And she smiles back and waves, and because he's one of those people it's okay to think to, she does.

Evening, my lord, she sends, tilting her head at him.

Good evening, Lady Lyrae, he returns. How are you today?

It is – rather tiring, keeping the economy in order and still having time to play my flute, is her cool response, and the smile's in the thoughts more than on her face.

After doing both it seems the bar believed I should rest.

Possibly with good reason. Do you intend to stay a while?

Um.

And then she wants to kick herself, because you don't say 'um' to the General. When it's just Michael being a twentysomething dude who happens to be a general, that's different than saying 'um' to Rath.

It's not so much that it isn't okay as that it's awkward.

Possibly. I could. No more pressing matters. My Centaurian leopard dog might need to go outside eventually.

That gets raised eyebrows, but no impressions of anything less than slightly surprised affection.

You have a Centaurian leopard dog? Is this a new arrival?

Stowaway on my pod, she contributed with a laugh. Liked me too much to go back to Beta Centauri.

As good a way to get a pet as any, he returns, amused. Does he have a name?