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It's been a while since Milliways has found Sabine, at least for her. Nearly a year to be exact. Things have changed as evidenced by the freshly painted magenta armor she's wearing and the dye in her hair. When she sees she's not in the hold of her ship as expected, but a bar, she stands for a moment, continuing to spin her blasters into and out of their holsters*. Hey, getting that move down so it seems effortless takes practice.

"Well, I guess a glass of caf wouldn't be out of order." she says and makes her way towards the bar.

Later in the night she'll leave a package and a note with bar for Stock, Heckle and Jeckle, with an addendum for Jay:
Your help last time I was here was invaluable but I mean to pay my debts as best I can. You guys seemed to enjoy meeting new tech so here's a holographic comm unit that can communicate over hyperspace, with the aid of hyper-space relays.

Thanks again,
Sabien Wren

PS: And thanks to you as well Jay. If you need any help with anything, drop me a line and I'll see what can be done.
[OOC:*Link goes to a medium sized, animated gif. Sabine is not wearing as much tech as is shown here and her armor isn't quite as colorful and detailed...yet.]

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Enzo looks up from the file he's writing as she arrives next to him. "Nice armour."

(Minus is attempting to open a jar with some food inside. Enrichment activities are important!)

Sabine glances Enza's way and recognizes the sentient holo. No, program, she reminds herself.

With a cocky smile, she spins her left gun into the holster (just barely missing the timing so the blaster bounces a bit into the cavity), releases the grip, and plants her fist on her hip. "Of course it is. Freshly forged, though I'm still working on the color scheme and designs."

Edited 2016-02-28 01:05 (UTC)

Enzo hasn't actually caught on that this is the same girl yet. Too much about her is different, especially for someone who only met her once and briefly.

"No kidding? Well, it looks like a good start to me. A lot more cheerful than most armour. Reminds me of how my sister used to dress when I was little."

The colour and the dyed hair, anyway.

"Thanks. Echo, wasn't it?"She asks, sounding out not to sure of the name. "We met...I guess it was about a year ago my time. You were celebrating the makers of your world."

"Oh!" He does remember, just barely. "It's Enzo, actually. Sorry, I've forgotten yours. It was more like a few months ago for me. Hours, technically."

"Oh, sorry. Enzo, got it. And it's Sabine. I did take off pretty quickly so we didn't get much time to talk."

"Yeah, it's cool. You look... pretty different from before."

Sabine doesn't need to think about that Enzo means. That time is still etched into her psyche.

"I've moved on. Not sure if I mentioned the Academy, but I'm not there any more." Her tone is curt, though not angry at Enzo. More like mentioning something she doesn't want to talk about.

"Oh." He definitely catches the tone, so only says, "That explains it."

Which it does, as far as that goes.

"How about you? Did your celebration go well?"

"Yeah! It was pretty low-key this time around but my friends were really into it, I bet they'll have some stuff to add next year. And my fiancée's family loved the idea of adding it to the season."