Welcome to Gaia! ::

Oz cleared his throat. Perhaps being in an argument with a local Yaelian about menswear was not precisely an image befitting a foreign ship captain. But.

“You are in my company,” he said, noting how readily the good doctor seemed keen on pretending to have nothing to do with him. “Are we ready to talk? I was just passing some time…”

If the man was skeptical, it only took him a moment to decide it was safer to grunt out what might have been an ‘apology’ for his mistake, before making clear that yes, they were ready to talk business and not in the main room of the place. Ozzrick turned his attention to Tacrith.

“I believe,” he said, “prior obligations call me. But, it was a pleasure meeting you again, and I do wish you the best of luck in all your attempts at…pants.”

‘More pleasant circumstances, indeed,’ Ozzrick thought, snorting softly. He didn’t exactly look back upon the mucking of the garbage room at the health facility with ‘fond memories.’ “Perhaps. And perhaps we’ll see each other again sometime,” he said.

He didn’t have any reason to expect it. But being the area would lead to what it might, and already, it struck him as a place of queer happenstance.

There was no telling what might occur.