-
The question almost brought a small laugh to her, but to keep it in, Emelie finished off the remaining wine in her glass. She couldn't help but, if that was about the first thing that left the man after she essentially told him the job was his, then perhaps he would fit in just fine.
"As a matter of fact, yes. There is an on-site bar for all employees and visitors. However,"
Emelie paused as her hand keyed in a small code to the console in the desk. A small hiss was heard as a hidden door slid open, revealing a cabinet completely stocked with various bottles and glasses.
"I must admit that I do keep the better stock to myself. The choice is entirely up to you. Also, If you need any sort of room accommodations either short term or long, we can discuss that now... or later. Either way."
-
“I'll take a single-bunk cabin, if you have one.”
Without invitation, Peregrine paced a few steps towards the previously concealed drinks cabinet. It shimmered and sparkled with bottles in all shapes and sizes, their contents a multitude of colours. He noted at least one amongst the collection that was illegal in Imperial territory and felt the barest hint of a smile twitch at his lips.
-
She nodded, not bothering to try and conceal the amused smirk at the man basically helping himself. Though, if nothing else, perhaps there was a hinting of anticipation to see exactly what the man looked like. Oh Emelie, you're fraking hopeless. She certainly couldn't deny she was essentially expecting some hideously scared Mandalorian at this point...
"That shouldn't be a problem. You'll probably be stationed in the area where most of our pilots are. But I wouldn't worry... they're not exactly your typical sort but certainly are a far cry from your average over compensating star-fighter pilot type. They should respect your privacy as much as you do theirs."
-
Still focused on the cabinet, it took a moment for him to give an acknowledging nod. Privacy was certainly something that he valued, though there was a worrying truth looming at the back of his mind always, reminding him that he could only stretch his thin veil of privacy so far, have it cover so much.
“I'm sure I've worked with worse,” he said, with an involuntary huff of laughter that didn't quite make it past the confines of his helmet. Turning slightly toward Shadowstar, he lifted his head. The drink would have to wait, for a minute or two at least.
“...How many others do you have on the books?”
-
A solitary fingertip ran along the rim of the empty glass, just about making it halfway around the circumference before she stopped the action and let her eyes refocus on Peregrine. On the books... The company then, not her own personal little collective.
"Throughout Silenus as a whole? Just shy of two hundred fifty. Those that you may actually have to deal with, however? Probably nothing more than a handful. The type of work you'll be doing will only involve our more skilled pilots, perhaps a few of the more trustworthy office personnel but I hardly doubt you'll come into too much contact with the average stock boy or mechanic."
Emelie remained seated, her hands moving to fold neatly in her lap, leaving one elbow to rest on one of the arms of the chair.
"Unless you wished to, of course. I'm certainly not about to tell anyone how to live their personal life. As long as you reside here, you're free to essentially treat the station like home - within reason, of course."
-
Two-hundred and fifty... It wasn't enough to revival the likes of the Black Sun, but it was a start – and yet Alliance Intel had never so much as acknowledged Silenus as an entity. They were just the right size to slip beneath the radar.
“No need to spend any more time than necessary with the others,” Peregrine said, his back now to the drinks cabinet, his arms folded across his chest. “Not exactly here to make friends,” he added, though there was something in the tone of his voice that took the edge off the chill in his words.
The eyes of his helmet were undoubtedly fixed on Emelie. “What's the first job, then?”
-
Although she felt comfortable in her decision, Emelie couldn't help but still feel marginally annoyed with the man. He may have been best for the jobs she had in mind, but he certainly wasn't in line with those she usually chose to associate with. He was, despite slightly battered armor, somehow more clean. Something told her she wouldn't catch sight of Peregrine lost in drink and spice in his off hours and that bothered her somehow. Though you couldn't entirely lose yourself in individuals of that nature, it tended to catch up with you for the worse in the end. Like it or not, a man of Peregrine's apparent nature was a necessity in her lineup.
His question though brought a small laugh from her, her thought of him being eager or straight to business going unsaid.
"I should have the details for you in a day or two. Nothing major, just some quick runs I'll need you to accompany. Until then..." A datapad was slid across the table. "Here is the information regarding where you will be staying if you remain on the station. Welcome to Silenus Corporation, Mister Peregrine."
