<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Brazen Hussy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, Late Afternoon<br/><strong>With:</strong>Levi, Open<br/><br/><strong>"I'm just passing through,"</strong>Phil said once she asked, doing so rather quickly in an attempt to cover up that he had indeed been subtly following her hand's trail, fulfilling the very prediction she had made.<strong>"Dropping off some raw materials to a cannery here aboard a transport called <em>The Line.</em> We had landed outside the town on account of the little group set up on the landing pads, but someone may have managed to talk them off of the lading pad by this point."</strong><br/><br/>He took a hefty swig of his whiskey.<strong>"Ooh. Damn good stuff for outside the Core. Most of the shit out here still tastes like copper pipes."</strong>