[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f9ad81]Foy Coiffeur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://snippetstudios.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/a-million-ways-to-die-in-the-west-640x350.png [/img][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Location:[/color][/b] Newhope - Lady Luck 
[b][color=f9ad81]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

	Foy took the extended hand of the rather nervous Dr. Fitz Townsley, offering back a firm but not domineering squeeze. He was a gentleman, after all, and was getting the responding end of a formal introduction. Such were the ways of etiquette, regardless of surroundings. Besides, the man looked very much like he was more than slightly uncomfortable in precisely those surroundings, possibly requiring something in the way of civility amid the uncivilized. [color=f9ad81]"A pleasure, Dr. Townsley. Though my, but aren't we ponderously resourced with persons of higher learning? Doctors in particular have attracted my notice, though inhabitants of these less established environs may very well be due a modicum of enlightenment that comes with association with the learned and more refined of the social strata."[/color] A look of some regard then came over the dapper individual, as if he was considering something. He smiled gracing the table with his fine example of dental hygiene. [color=f9ad81]"You know, old chum..."[/color] he continued, still looking to Fitz, [color=f9ad81]"...with the exception of over-masticating your words, you have a passingly familiar accent."[/color] Foy looked to their ship's pilot, [color=f9ad81]"Isn't that right, [i]Mr.[/i] Harper?"[/color] 

	Harper knew precisely what he mean by that question. Both he and this Engineer had certain similarities in diction, possibly indicating a common point in background. Foy considered the pilot an enigma; one that he might begin to unravel with careful attention. It could be a coincidence, of course. People of education often spoke in like manner. Unless they were from Farraday. But this might be another clue - not his suspicion, but Harper's reaction to it spoken aloud. 

	The reaction was uncertain. An annoyed narrowing of the eyes and clenching of a hand. Foy's bright eyes saw Harper's other hand drift toward his hip, reasons being unknown to him without error; although that was the side where the former Alliance officer kept his new sidearm. The agitated fellow likely didn't stand a chance against the seasoned gunman if it came to drawing iron, nonetheless combat was not Foy's intent. He mentally marked down the occasion and continued to associate elsewhere at the table. 

	The sudden exit of Jahosafat was acknowledged by Foy, though not with the usual grand verbose discourse one had come to expect from the lettered Gentleman. It was considered a great act of impropriety to continue a conversation with a man who was hastily on the go, unless the subject was highly important or traveling in the same direction. He was neither, so he limited his response to Jahosafat's suggestion that he stay and "soak up the culture" with a simple, [color=f9ad81]"Indeed I shall, my stalwart compatriot! You two tend to ...doctor-ous proclivities, or some such."[/color] Well, no immediate plans for a dance-off, more was the pity, but he did take the opportunity to locate and settle into a seat, right near the newest girl at the table to who he had professed owed him a new pair of madisons. He was just about to respond to Mei's assertions that she did not dance with, as she put it, "strange men", when the Captain made a butchery of pronouncing the word associated with persons originating from his birth planet. 

	[color=f9ad81]"Ah Captain Crowe, if I may? I appreciate your vigor in the distinction of my people, buy it is more rightly pronounced Farra[i]day[/i]an. [i]Day[/i]. Common verbal misadventure, you understand."[/color] Then he was taken aback at the tactless but horrifyingly close to the mark exclamation that came out of Anisa's mouth next. [color=f9ad81]"Would that you would be so gracious, [i]Captain[/i], but I am no one's Boy Toy - of that I can assure you. Though I find it coincidence beyond the metaphysical that you would have acquaintance with my dear sibling. Beyond that, the application of personal insult is as unnecessary as it is lugubrious, madame."[/color] 

	Lightly flustered at the unexpected turn of events, he called for the waitress, [color=f9ad81]"Barmaid! I should require a pheasant, or some other such tidbit. Oh, what in unsolicited combustion do these folk eat in Newhope? Ah, Blackened Beef Heart, perhaps, with an appropriate vintage? No, just... whatever shan't make me vomit, if you would please. What he's having!"[/color] he decided suddenly, pointing at Harper. [color=f9ad81]"Lad has taste, if not the most ardent of transparency."[/color] And to the table, [color=f9ad81]"So, whatever shall we discuss, that I may absorb the culture of the hour?"[/color] 



[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 
[b][color=008080]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

	That barber was playing on Harper's last reserve of patience. Stamping upon a raw nerve, at the least. It was not that he was a very talkative man, nor that his vocabulary made Harper wonder if he had a thesaurus surgically implanted into his frontal lobe. Those were minor annoyances at best. No, the son-of-a-bitch was inquisitive, perceptive, and looked like he was close to figuring out a detail about him; one that would be a detail too far, in his estimation.

        He thought back to the various questions and comments the pseudo-aristocrat had tossed in his direction over since they had met. Obviously he suspected something. He had, even before Whitefall. Perhaps he did not realize that the desperation of his situation might drive him to club the man over his highly dignified head while his back was turned and stuff his corpse down a garbage chute, or perhaps his arrogance did not allow him to consider that possibility. Either way, the moment that Foy had involved him in the conversation by implying that he and Gitz has similar accent (if only slightly), his first impulse was to put his hand nearer to his gun. If Foy kept this up, especially in public, Harper wasn't sure what he was going to do. They needed a heart-to-heart later on. 

        Besides, right now he had more important things to do that involved food. While he wanted to rop into everything with bare handa, he contented himseld with the use of utensils for the time being. And the ment moment that Anisa mentioned that woman's name, Beatriz? The look of consternation on Foy's face made the situation worth it. He smiled inwardly, looking to the Captain. Was it rude? Yes. Did he deserve it? Also yes. He made a note to buy her another drink later.