[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joToxLegqZk/UlP_OiXe43I/AAAAAAAAcfs/_sbEOs83YPQ/s400/Peinados+de+hombres+al+estilo+de+Christian+Bale-1.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Newhope - Lady Luck [hr][/center]

        Jacqueline, and Fitz Townsley - Doctor of Engineering. Harper filed away the names, regarding them with a polite nod but not offering his own name immediately. Perhaps it was the polite thing to do, though his mind was elsewhere. Hwightened awareness, some may call it, thoigh others had less fashionable words to describe the status of being [i]him[/i] recent days. 

        Harper was very slightly startled when his and Daphne's second round of drinks arrived, hers in an octagonal tumbler and his in a tall mug. It was only noticeable by a sudden flick of his eyes in the direction of their server which was quickly smoothed over with a smile and a single folded piece of scrip for a gratuity. He raised his glass momentarily and took a sip of his extremely low-alcohol concoction. It tasted strongly of bitter ginger, but looked very much  like a red lager. 

        Amid this, he too wqs curious as to the nature of the friendship between Daphne and the young Dr. Townsley. Also amid this, he realized he was hungry. Before the server left, Harper made mention of menus, if such things were readily available. He might not be able to relax fully, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about making his own meal tonight. And from the amount the Captain was imbibing, he hoped she would not begrudge him the offer of a fried sandwich or pepper-dipped poultry wings.