FOX
Fox is familiar with neither fruity, boozy drinks nor peanut colliders, but he's not one to make himself look more foolish than he already does, and so he merely nods along as if he's fully aware of what Tal's talking about. As for the reasons why people wouldn't come to the Grounds, it's with a small wince that the hunter shrugs his shoulders.
"Old, bad blood?" he suggests a touch quietly. "We didn't exactly make many allies before the war. I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of Caido still has us tarred with the same brush." It's something he supposes he could try to work on changing, especially if couriers like Tal were going to be at least semi-frequent visitors.
"Maybe you can put a good word in for the place back in Halo," he suggests with a wry smile. "You know - Hollowed Grounds - now with less allogators!"
Chuckling and glancing up as they approach a crossroads with a rickety sign, Fox's good mood is sobered considerably to hear about the banshee trouble the Citadel had suffered. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says softly. "Did you manage to take care of them though, in the end?" Queenie and her buddies, he means.
"Old, bad blood?" he suggests a touch quietly. "We didn't exactly make many allies before the war. I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of Caido still has us tarred with the same brush." It's something he supposes he could try to work on changing, especially if couriers like Tal were going to be at least semi-frequent visitors.
"Maybe you can put a good word in for the place back in Halo," he suggests with a wry smile. "You know - Hollowed Grounds - now with less allogators!"
Chuckling and glancing up as they approach a crossroads with a rickety sign, Fox's good mood is sobered considerably to hear about the banshee trouble the Citadel had suffered. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says softly. "Did you manage to take care of them though, in the end?" Queenie and her buddies, he means.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
