Ooooh? Tal abandoned even the pretense of a scowl as the grin won out and he moved away from the meteor scar before plopping down on the grass. "Harper? Yeah, I've met 'im before." His nose wrinkled in a complicated dance of amusement and exasperation. "He showed up in Halo in Deepfrost one year. I found 'im out on th'Sea o'Glass, paintin' a picture! In Deepfrost!" He waved his hands over his head to try and encompass the outright foolishness of the man.
"But, y'know... he was pretty nice so... I guess it's okay," he finished, subsiding into a rueful grumble that had significantly more bark than bite to it. "Been meanin' t'look 'im up again one o'these days, but y'know how things've been..." He shrugged, gesturing vaguely at the meteor scar and everything that had presumably come from it. Looking back to the Ambassador, his grin returned. "So how d'you know Mister Harper Quinn?"
"But, y'know... he was pretty nice so... I guess it's okay," he finished, subsiding into a rueful grumble that had significantly more bark than bite to it. "Been meanin' t'look 'im up again one o'these days, but y'know how things've been..." He shrugged, gesturing vaguely at the meteor scar and everything that had presumably come from it. Looking back to the Ambassador, his grin returned. "So how d'you know Mister Harper Quinn?"
