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It's not particularly uncommon to see alien species in the bar. That said, it might still be little shocking to see a tall, lanky young Na'vi with skin in striated blue tones as he sits and has dinner. He has several skeins of yarn in reds and yellows that he's inspecting as he breaks from his current project.

Botherable.

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Ginny looks up from her pizza as she looks at him and the yarn he has. She's never seen a boy Knit or Crochet.

Strictly speaking, he's neither knitting nor crocheting, but weaving. Tsu'tey is alternating between bites of food and doing a few more rows on his loom, situated in his lap. It's coming out to a pretty diamond pattern.

Ginny watches and is fascinated by it." That's pretty."

He looks up and takes her in first through large, intelligent eyes--not an immediate threat.

"Thank you." He's been picking up more coherent English in bits and pieces from Doctor Augustine's school; now seems as good a time as any to exercise it.

"You're Welcome. What are you making?" she asks softly and then leans her head to the side.

"A...shawl, you call it." He motions around his shoulders with one long-fingered hand.

Ginny nods "well it's pretty. I like it." it is her colors after all.

No, it really isn't that shocking. Of course, who is a table over from him might be a bit of a surprise: A certain Colonel is sitting there, with a field-stripped gun in front of him.

Quaritch isn't just cleaning the gun, he's...well, he's fighting with something stuck inside the barrel that does not want to come out.

Tsu'tey...sees it. He's less than thrilled about having that particular man with that particular kind of weapon that close to him, but there's exceedingly little he can do about it short of move.

And he's comfortable enough--not to mention all set up--where he is.

"You are having problems?"

Quaritch looks up.

"Gun's jammed and I can't get whatever's jamming it out. It's being rather stubborn."

Aggravating, really. The Colonel isn't thrilled about the company, but his gun is in pieces on the table, and he doesn't want to risk dropping a part on the floor and losing it.

Tsu'tey glances at it, and picks up the warping hook he had been using.

"Could this help?"

"It's worth a shot." Quaritch accepts the warping hook and puts it down the barrel. A couple of moments of him scratching around inside the barrel and he gets...some odd blob of stuff that looks like a cross between a couple bits of leaf and a squashed bug comes out. The Colonel instinctively wipes the hook down before handing it back to Tsu'tey.

"Thanks. I don't know how that got down there..." Whatever it is. He's guessing the gunk somehow got stuck there when he holstered it last.

He watches for a moment as Quaritch fishes out the bug and leaf bits, and accepts the hook back, setting it down.

"You're welcome."

"So, has the Bar had you stuck in here a while?"

Quaritch only got in earlier in the afternoon...he'd been out on a chopper run to look at security along one of the mining roads, hence the uncleaned gun.

Amanda see's the tall lanky alien and is quite intrigued because she has never seen anything like him before.

"Good Morning" she greets him.

He looks up sharply. "Good morning."

She tries to hide her curiousity, but he is very tall and she is curious, "I'm Amanda" she offers with her hand.

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