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Ryan nods.

"Bonjour," he replies. "Comment allez-vous?"

Gillette would find it pleasantly comforting to carry on the entire conversation in French, but his mun doesn't want to have to Babblefish everything. "Ca va bien," he lies. "And you? What's the news with you?"

[OOC: Same here sister. *Remembers the time Ryan decided to converse in Russian*]

He shrugs.

"I'm doing pretty well. My daughter arrived here last night and I was able to speak with her. She's still here but is off looking around, probably."

[OOC: Hee! Russian is sexy, though. Is Ryan's fluency in Russian canon, or fanon?]

Gillette raises an eyebrow. "Your daughter? How very lovely." And he actually means it, too. Ordinarily, that statement would be dripping with sarcasm. But then, ordinarily, it would be directed at Governor Swann.

[OOC: Total and other fanon. They had him in the CIA during the Cold War and my brain did the rest]

"Yes, it was good to talk to her after everything," he says quietly, "And how has Milliways been treating you?"

[OOC: Eeeee. *giggle* That is far sexier than it should be.]

Gillette shrugs. His problems seem a tad trivial, when he considers that at least he's alive. "I can't say I'm very pleased with some of the other people the bar has seen fit to bring here," he says, after some consideration. "But...on the whole...things are tolerable."

[OOC: That's part of the reason why I did it.]

"I can understand that feeling. I'm a little perplexed as to why the bar couldn't bring people I enjoyed working with here if they had to bring my coworkers at all. But it brought Chris here so I can't complain too much."

Gillette sighs. "Understood completely. If the bar would let Theo visit once in a while, things wouldn't be nearly so bad, but all it's given me is Jack bloody Sparrow and a particularly nasty woman named Sara."

"Is Theo a family member?"

Gillette blinks. "A family member? Oh, no. He's my dearest friend. We were midshipmen together. He really might as well be a family member; he's more a brother to me than my own brother is." He smiles a bit. "I wouldn't want him to be Bound; I wouldn't wish that on anyone, but I do wish I could see him once in a while."

[OOC: Theo would probably be better known to the "24" pups as Michael Amador. *grin*]

[OOC: Is that Groves? Ah, when fandoms collide.]

Ryan nods.

"Well, not everyone here is Bound. Chris isn't. And you never know, he may pop through one of these days."

[OOC: Yep, Groves. *grin* Actually, he is around here somewhere; my friend Wren's playing him, but she hasn't had time to do anything with him yet.]

Gillette shrugs. "Well, I like to think so. In the meantime, I shall have to content myself with the most notorious criminal in the Caribbean if I want the company of anyone from my own time. I daresay that isn't quite so much of a problem for you."

He orders a glass of water and takes a sip. "How old is your daughter?"

[OOC: It's cool that your friend is though. Hey, will Chase be showing up in the bar anytime soon?]

"That would be difficult," he says with a nod. Ryan was glad that a terrorist hadn't showed up in Milliways. He hoped it would stay that way.

"Chris is my eldest so she's twenty-eight, er, no sorry. She's twenty-nine. She'll turn 29 tomorrow. At least in her time."

[OOC: Chase might not be in the bar for a while. He and Kim are currently having a big angsty conversation about their breakup and his AXED!hand and other such happy things, after which he will probably commence with the breakage, but he might need someone to hammer on his door and yell at him to snap him out of it when that happens.]

"Sparrow defines 'difficult,'" Gillette murmurs sourly. "That's very nice, though...my elder brother is just around her age. Have you any other children, or is she your only one?"

[OOC: I was wondering because Kim just told Ryan the whole thing about him being family and Chloe mun is online so I was wondering if we could do that whole Ryan apologizes to Chloe and Chase thing now. But if not that's cool...]

"No, I have two more children. My son Ryan is 28 and my daughter Caitlin is almost 21."

Ryan looks at the man, maybe the powdered wig had thrown him off.

"How old are you?"

Gillette is happy that the bar has seen fit to give him back his uniform, but it does seem to earn him some odd looks from the 21st-century set. "Me? Twenty-six. The commodore is only thirty himself, though, so it's not particularly remarkable, if you think about it."

Ryan tries to remember what the equivalent of a commodore was in the modern Navy. He was sure it was an admiral or rear admiral or something near that.

It has to be rear admiral.

"I guess not," he muses. "Maybe it's just harder to advance in the modern military. After their education at West Point and five years in the Army my kids both retired with the rank of Captain and that was considered a high rank for their ages."

"Both your children are captains?" Gillette raises his eyebrows, very duly impressed. "It must be a great honor for you."

Ryan grins. He never got tired of telling people that.

"I am and it is. And I'm even more pleased that they've both retired from military so I don't have to worry about them anymore."

Gillette smirks. "A very sensible way of looking at it. Myself, I'm more pleased than anything that I haven't got any children to have to worry about in the first place." He shrugs. "But you're clearly more than blessed to have children who've done so well and honorably for themselves. You ought to be very proud."

"I am very proud. And worrying about your children is the biggest risk about having them in the first place."

Gillette tactfully opts not to mention that he would rather chew his own arm off than procreate. "Perhaps someday I'll meet your daughter," he says. "She sounds like a most fascinating woman."

"Well, I think so but I'm biased, obviously. Actually, I think I should probably go an look for her. It was very nice speaking to you again, Lt. Gillette."

Gillette nods. "Always a pleasure. Take care, monsieur."

"You too," Ryan replies before leaving.