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The piano attracts him like a moth to flames; he can't keep away.

He circles around it, getting nearer and then walking away. Watching, waiting, wondering.

Then someone else sits down to play and Gren's not sure if he's relieved or annoyed or if he just doesn't care. After all, doesn't he have all the time in the world? It feels as if there have been days of nothing, nothing at all. Just reliving (reliving? is that a joke?) what happened the past few days before he was here.

Instead of watching the piano and listening to the beauty of the music it produces from close range, he takes the seat nearest to the corner stool at the bar. Old habit.

He misses making music. Wanted: one tenor saxophone, a box or two of reeds, a swab cloth. No sheet music required.

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Gren's face softens. "My mother was an artist; she thought that was as important as the rest of the stuff. Sure, I went to school and studied other subjects, but music and art were my favorite. I can't imagine a life... or a death... without those things in them."

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Rho nods. "Like my mother and science. Or my father and science, for that matter. Or either of them and books... damn. Haven't talked about them in years. But I think I know what you mean, about priorities..."

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He rests his head on his hand. "Science. Don't ask me to explain stellar cosmology or the physics of hyperspace or the technology behind deep space travel and we'll be fine. Like I said, I'm no scientist. I never needed it, never tried to understand it, and... never cared much about it."

But ask me about medicine and how it's used to treat prisoner in the future and I can tell you stories that will melt your socks right into your shoes.

Then he has to ask. "You were on Callisto: did you ever make it to Titan?"

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Rho waves a hand. "Relax. I do reverse engineering of off-world technology for a living. I'm not about to go inflicting it on other people here if I can avoid it..."

As for medicine, well, it was said earlier: Rho's human medicine consists of three points. Bandage it if it's bleeding, cover it if it's burnt, and nobody wants to see any body part that can be accurately described as 'extruded', so cover that up as neatly as you can.

"Titan? No." He shakes his head. "Not to say that we haven't had a few agents there before, but I was never one of them. Why?"

(OOC: ALas, 'tis 2 AM. I'm in need of the slowtime, or the wrap or the fade...)

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"I was just curious." It's way too much to go into now at any rate. And so, before they start to tread on dangerous territory, Gren pushes back from the bar.

"Thanks for not talking science with me. I'm not sure I'm really meant to understand it." The phrase it's not in my nature flits across his thoughts and again, it begs those questions: what is nature, what is death, and what is the nature of death?

He thinks maybe it's time for sleep. Reaching out, he shakes Rho's hand. "Good luck with that whole being mistaken for someone else thing. Maybe I'll see you around." With a nod he stands, briefly searching the bar for someone else, but he doesn't see her.

(He goes up to her room anyhow.)