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[neverknocks]

[ yo what's up, Omega. York is in a shiny brand-new suit of armor, bought right in Omega, rather than her usual clunky old Freelancer armor. It's a hell of a lot sleeker than what she used to wear, that's for sure, and she looks pretty damned pleased about it.

But not just about the armor. York's grinning for an entirely new reason today. ]

Everybody settling in all right? Good, 'cause I've got some good news for the thirsty crowd. I just got myself a new job at a bar here in Zeta District, servin' drinks. And this weekend we've got an extended happy hour special goin' on, so if you're looking for a drink, then I highly suggest hauling your ass over to The Quad. I might even slip you a free drink for the trouble.

[ She actually winks, grinning and showing teeth. She tosses her hair out of her face with a quick shake of her head. ]

'Course, if you're more interested in the home security market, I'm still available for installs and upgrades. But I figured it was time to move on up in the job market. Besides, I mix one hell of a Dirty Shirley.

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[neverknocks]

One Seaside Sunrise, comin' up, Zoe.

[ It only takes her a minute or two to mix the drink before she slides it across the bar to Zoe, moving to rinse out the shaker. She grins at Zoe, cocking one eyebrow. ]

So, how'd I do?

[electricslash]

[ Zoe curls a hand around the glass and brings it to her lips, taking a long, experimental sip. She's smiling by the time she puts it back down. ]

Mmmm! That's what I was looking for. Though it's usually stronger back home. Maybe they probably can't get good liquers out here?

[neverknocks]

Well, don't tell my boss I said so, but most of the stuff here isn't exactly top shelf. I'll just remember to make it stronger for you next time.

[ Still, the girl looks pleased. And she doesn't look quite like the average inhabitant of Omega. ]

So what do you do, anyway?

[electricslash]

Really? That sucks! But at least you have something. Some of the ports I've stopped in are totally out of supplies 'cause of the war.

[ Zoe sips her drink and hooks her feet into the stool. She can just barely reach the floor, but she'd rather perch there anyway. ]

Me? I'm an N7!

[ BEAM. ]

[neverknocks]

[ There's that war again. The mere mention of it makes her vaguely uneasy in a way she can't quite pinpoint, but she shakes it off and returns the grin. ]

N7? I'm, uh, not exactly a local. You might have to explain.

[electricslash]

Oh! Sorry!

[ Zoe sits up straighter. ]

We're soldiers! Best of the best. Well, in the Alliance, anyway. I'm in Special Ops, which basically means they throw us out on the front lines.

[ This is all said like she's talking about the weather. ]

So mostly we kick ass.

[neverknocks]

[ York wouldn't have taken Zoe for a soldier at first glance. Then again, Connie never looked much like a special ops agent out of armor, either. She gives Zoe a grin of solidarity, extending her hand. ]

Shit, no kiddin'? I'm ex-special ops myself.

[ Well, more or less. She figures if she can't call Freelancer special ops, then she doesn't know what the hell she should call it. Somehow 'experimental military program that crashed and burned horribly and broke about 200 ethics laws' doesn't seem like it'd go over so well. ]