[This man, at a first glance, looks like he's before his time rather than after it. Maybe he's making a snap assumption, he tells himself, maybe it's just that the clothing screams gangster because of all those old movies he liked as a kid. Either way, though, he settles into this conversation with a lot more familiarity, a little breath of tension released.
He doesn't feel any particular pressure to be quite so upstanding with this one.]
Does make you wonder whose souls were sold for this beauty of a ship, doesn't it? She puts Sputnik to shame.
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[This man, at a first glance, looks like he's before his time rather than after it. Maybe he's making a snap assumption, he tells himself, maybe it's just that the clothing screams gangster because of all those old movies he liked as a kid. Either way, though, he settles into this conversation with a lot more familiarity, a little breath of tension released.
He doesn't feel any particular pressure to be quite so upstanding with this one.]
Does make you wonder whose souls were sold for this beauty of a ship, doesn't it? She puts Sputnik to shame.