<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=252339.msg12479462#msg12479462">Quote from: Lowfoam on July 08, 2016, 05:50:48 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">My old post</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/>Still super gross to hear and listen to. Guck. Angel averted her eyes away from the screen, trying her best to block out the noises. She was used to herself throwing up, sure, but hearing somebody else and watching whatever they ate come up. . . guck. <br/><br/>"<strong>So every travel invented by every person ever?</strong>" She joked, turning back to the camera. He appeared to be done ralphing, so that was a good thing. She couldn't help how excited she was by the fact that she could see snow in the background, and while she was concerned for him, she was ecstatic at getting a picture of something adorable. All at the low cost of a measly 10,000$, too! <br/><br/>"<strong>Really?</strong> She said, unable to keep a hint of the excitement from her voice. "<strong>How cute are they?</strong>"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He was glad the queasiness had passed for now; Who knew if it was going to flare up again and cause a few issues for the mission. But he had to keep going if he wanted those credits. It was an easy job; get in, get the pictures and get out. If he didn't spook the big hairy Bullymongs he was home free. But then again, the Ginger wasn't well known for being lucky. But Angel didn't know that, at least he hoped. Sometimes the Ginger wondered if Hyperion had notes and files on everyone that comes through Pandora. From what he had looked into and gathered on her she was always online and had access to most of Hyperion's systems so what was stopping her from looking into a few files.<br/><br/><strong>"How cute are they?"</strong>He echoed her question<strong>"Well, If you... You know what a Kitten is, Right?... I am not sure if you'd know what they are because bein' from Earth ah' know what they are an' this analogy won' be lost on me, but it might be lost on ya... Hang on..."</strong>He started to scroll through his echo unit looking for pictures he had saved as keep sakes from when he had been younger. The photos whizzed past his screen as he scrolled and scrolled. Pictures of him near mounments like the Harbour bridge, London bridge, the leaning tower of pisa with what looked like a blonde woman hanging from his arm in each shot had him rolling his eyes. He wondered why he had kept these but then he finally found what he was looking for. A picture of him with his cat. Throwing the screen of his Echo unit up at the camera she had following him she saw the following picture.<br/><br/>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/0d/4a/59/0d4a5996afc2ed42e3c28bd8d8f4d8e3.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>"Thas' Butters when 'e was a kitten. Little shit liked climin' into my arms while I was asleep an' 'parrently it was adorable...  so... people took pictures"</strong>He said with a sigh making a note to delete or at least edit some of these pictures in the future so he wasn't constantly reminded of the thing he had tried his best to get away from. The reason why he came to Pandora in the first place.<strong>"So what'ya think, Princess? Cute 'nuff fer'ya?"</strong><br/>