<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/68/CharacterFortune.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong> Name:</strong>              Seth Lengheardt<br/> <strong>Mech:</strong>              ON-1M Orion - "Seababy"<br/> <strong>Call Sign:</strong>       <em> Blackjack  </em><br/> <strong>Location:</strong>         Lounge  <br/> <strong>Tags:</strong>                Miyoko<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>He sees her fright and cringes inwardly, not wanting to push this little one too far out of her comfort zone too fast. Instead though as an apology he listens intently to her story, actually letting her sadness get under his skin where normally his defenses would have sprung up the minute she said something self-depreciating like she did. His eyes draw together sympathetically as he almost reaches out to take her hand to comfort her, but instead just sips his beer, giving him time to think up a response.<br/><br/>"Sleep is overrated." He says flippantly, almost without thinking before he says it. Before she can overthink the reactive joke though and wonder if he's making fun of her (which he's not) he quickly follows up.<br/><br/>"I already told you what I thought of your piloting skills though, didn't I? You're way more than gauss bait out there. You know how to handle your sniper, and you know how to move after so you don't take return fire, I'd want you in my lance any day." He says, shrugging before the next part. "Either way though, I'm glad you wound up here." He says, letting that hang for a bit so that she can hopefully let it sink in.<br/><br/>He keeps flipping the white stone over in his fingers, eventually letting it roll over his knuckles back and fourth like a coin. "You did say 'men' though when you were talking about babes, and not women, so at least I'm not completely out of the game." He jokes, flirting casually with her.