XUAN SARGA
As the guy went on his spiel, Xuan nodded along politely. Truth was, she only understood about three fifths of what he was saying. The area of firearms engineering didn’t coincide much with industrial machinery maintenance. All this bolts and levers stuff was genuinely interesting, but not exactly her area. If the guy wanted to talk about drive axles, Xuan would have been more than happy to oblige. All in all, she was glad that the guy didn’t get mad at her for stalking his gun. At least she had someone to talk shop with now.
Did his tone change when she brought up his team? Xuan was never really good with these sorts of things, this subtlety that was required in the world of business and negotiations. Machines never needed to be subtle. Neither did the mechanics she worked with. He started turning the weapon out of her sight. That wasn’t on purpose was it? The reason for the tone shift became apparent when he talked about his placement on reserves.
“No way! You’re on Reserves too?” Xuan practically jumped in surprise,
“Wow, if a gentleman like you can’t get into the main course then there really is no hope for the rest of us.”So she basically insulted the guy earlier. Whoops. He didn’t seem too offended thankfully. When he offered his hand, she shook it eagerly.
"But I apologize, where are my manners? Platz Grün, scion of Grün Custom Works. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance."Xuan’s eyes widened. Awesome, something she could talk about. Wait, was he really one of those people that referred to themselves as “scions”? She held back a giggle. Xuan had met a few of those kinds of people in her lifetime, usually at those high-end dinners between business partners. Still, if the quality of his rifle was anything to go by, then that view of himself was well-earned.
“Oh, that’s the weapons manufacturer in Atlas, right? Your work really precedes you. My name is Xuan Sarga. My family leads the manufacturing branch of Sarga Motors. I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other in the future, Mr Grün, since we’re both on Reserves and all.”Platz Grün then delivered a lovely inspirational speech.
"Once lost, the weapon is not truly yours anymore, it merely is another nameless weapon."Xuan appreciated the effort but she would have appreciated it more if her weapon wasn’t the exact opposite of what he was trying to get across. For one, BlitzMaw was never hers to begin with. It was a prototype she had found in her sister’s workshop, one that she had borrowed since all the other models were being used for another extended project. Sure, Xuan had helped with improvements for later models and had made her own modifications to her personal set to suit her needs, but it was far from being her own design. And as for being a nameless weapon… To be frank, the BlitzMaw’s name had as much personality as a gun called “Gun”. Xuan didn’t have the heart to break this information to Grün and decided to just smile awkwardly.
“Uh thanks,” she chuckled in an attempt to hide her inadequacy,
“I will keep it in mind.”
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