Jey was all questions, and Max was anything but forthcoming. They both understood the concept of polite suspicion, and played their roles well. The last time he'd trusted a pretty face with a wry smile, he'd found himself crawling, half-conscious, across the deck of a stolen space freighter on a one-way trip to stars unknown. It had been a hell of a journey so far, and as much as he liked to give Sam shit about everything she'd dragged him through, he was privately glad she'd done it - they had uncovered some devastating secrets, and when they finally returned to Earth, a hell of a lot of powerful people were going to get arrested for their corruption. Max was startled from his reverie when another gastropod-person came to the table to ask for their orders. He briefly wondered whether Sam had a tab here, and more specifically, whether he could put his drinks on it.
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