Like Silk (Part 2)

OOC: This is a JP from Blitzen and Wanderingwolf.

"Ahh, so this is your cuddly co-pilot. Tim Casey, meet Kim Tasty," she held up one of the bear's paws in a salute to Tim, then wrapped her arms around Kim, "I see, so if I needed a daily massage you could make that happen?" Anikah held Kim up so that only her eyes peered over at Tim. "I think Captain would approve," her eyebrows arching above the bear's.

Tim coughed on the coffee he had just taken a sip of as he attended to one of the blinking console lights. “I uh…. don’t believe that’s on our list of ship amenities,” he chuckled after clearing his throat. “And I’m more than a little bit scared of what would show up in that chair if I suggested that to Jago.”

Anikah turned Kim to face her, "I have some pull, he says," then settled the bear back into her lap. "It's probably for the best," she sighed, "don't want things to get complicated, and Jago seems like quite the sensible fellow."

She sat in silence for a moment, staring at the black. Somewhere out there, Mammon was drawing breath to which he had no right. It irked her all the more that she had no recourse to find him.

“Sensible is one word for it,” Tim agreed with another chuckle. “I just think his barometer for bullshit is set a little lower than most. He likes things like he likes them, the ship doesn’t put on heirs, neither does he.” Tim rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling awkward. He didn’t know much about Miss Vidar or her lifestyle, but it became obvious quickly that she was used to the finer things, and of all the adjectives he could use to describe the ‘Veil, finer would not be among them. “If you don’t mind me asking, this isn’t a pick-up line, trust me, but I can’t help but wonder what brings a fancy woman like you to a ship like this?” He waved his hand to emphasize. “I’m sorry if you were mistaken, Lunar Veil is a pretty name and all, but anyone with eyes can see we’re a cargo ship, not a luxury liner. And you definitely look like luxury liner material.”

His voice drew her back with his manly-yet-lilting chuckle.

A single stifled guffaw escaped her lips at Tim's assessment. "I shall endeavor to take that as a compliment, but, yes, I'm not blind. I know what to expect from the ship. From it's crew, though, that's yet to be determined." Tim's glance turned into a stare.

"I needed to get off of Persephone, and I didn't have any place I needed to be. Sometimes, the not-knowing is the fun part; even if you are fancy." She raised her brow at him, "Chance may be fickle, but she's entertaining as hell."

Anikah swiveled her chair to face him, "And since we're posing personal questions, what brought you here? To the Lunar Veil with it's pretty name, mmm?"

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