[ the quieter time spent in the station are probably some of the most concerning for him; as much as he ultimately needs the rest, it's a constantly awareness that he doesn't necessarily have much to do with himself on here, just itching for the next mission simply for something to keep his mind and hands busy. otherwise, he's left to tend to his usual vices, drink in one to tend to an old fix for a good glass of whiskey, cigarette in the other as a result of the bad habit forced on by these nicotine-addicted lungs.
he isn't primed to be the most socially welcoming conversationalist but at the very least, he doesn't mind company while he has a drink and based on her questions all hinting at concern for her fresh arrival here, she could probably use one.
when she speaks out, he turns his head, giving her a look as he inhales from the stick in his smoke, pulling it out to blow out a small cloud of smoke from his lips. ]
That's me. Cabrera? [ he gives a vague gesture with his hand to the seat across from him before he grabs the bottle to begin filling up the second glass. ] Grab a drink.
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he isn't primed to be the most socially welcoming conversationalist but at the very least, he doesn't mind company while he has a drink and based on her questions all hinting at concern for her fresh arrival here, she could probably use one.
when she speaks out, he turns his head, giving her a look as he inhales from the stick in his smoke, pulling it out to blow out a small cloud of smoke from his lips. ]
That's me. Cabrera? [ he gives a vague gesture with his hand to the seat across from him before he grabs the bottle to begin filling up the second glass. ] Grab a drink.