<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AhPPcM1.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Du'Gar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lyssa's room.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lyssa<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Du'gar's text<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"You give this hunk of junk too much credit." Du'gar snerks and glances at the vents. "The 'alien' quarters are the only ones that might come with rotten carcass smells. Or sulfur based athmosphere. And there ain't many of those on board. And trust me, you'd know if you were in one."<br/><br/>Also, ouch, rebuffed. No dinner with the centauri fan. Not that she can blame her, that was after all an area of interest that would pretty heavily lean a lady to hate narns, given the past relations with the two peoples. "A walk. If you fancy, I can take youi for a stroll in the parts where passengers don't get to tread. I know it ain't much to see the maintenance areas, but it's a change to the 300 meters of public promenade you have here. Besides, having a dive in Zero-G is fun every now and then"