When hunting treasure... (D2, MM)

[Sinnya]

"You can get to Jaklu on the intercity shuttle, at least. Go sailing, camp the hills." Djanik's rather pale skin tone and his overall resemblance to humans deterred her from recommending a desert expedition.

Sinnya had never been out of Bankor's gravity well, nor spent much time with space pilots, so the idea that one needed a hyperdrive-equipped starship to enjoy true freedom of movement didn't quite register with her.

[Djanik]

"I suppose that's true."

He shrugged.

"I generally am working in daylight, and I heard that there are some... aggressive predators at night. Maybe just city superstition?"

[Sinnya]

"That is true anywhere that hasn't been paved over." She snickered, wry. "And probably some places that have. Like... here."

"You have to be careful some places, but most predators on the temperate parts of this continent won't bother a healthy adult our size." Of course, in a few hours she would learn there might be a genuine acklay stalking the forested hills... but, well, that was anomalous. "Just mind the sand devils if you head out to the desert. But that's more of a serious project anyway."

[Djanik]

"Yes, and I admit, I'm more interested in the ice shelf."

He sighed.

"It'd be nice to go somewhere comfortable, like home."

[Sinnya]

"Your home is like that?" Her lekku shivered visibly. "I only spent time up there once. It was not a place anybody would want to live, I thought."

[Djanik]

He shrugged.

"I'd prefer it to this heat."

He'd gotten used to wearing two layers, just so he didn't sweat through his shirt. It was still a 'two showers a day' climate.

Glancing up at the already brightening sky, he added, "The nice thing about the cold is you can always bundle up."

[Sinnya]

"Never enough," she said fervently. "Good for you, but I wasn't built for that. It made my eyes hurt, too, when I was down there. I could never go out without tinted goggles."

She flourished a hand as she let him around another turn, into a lane of dingy garage-like shopfronts with a strong chemical smell of industrial lubricants and cleansers. "Anyway, this should be the neighborhood, if anybody in this town has the scanners you want."

[Djanik]

"Ah, well on Pantora, it is almost always cloudy - not as bright."

Djanik nodded his appreciation.

"I'll browse about then. If I ever was to want to see the wider lands of Bankor, perhaps I could look you up. Do you have an office?"

[Sinnya]

"No." The very thought of having an office made her chuckle. "I have a comms inbox, though. Here." She flipped open one of her numerous pockets and extracted an extremely basic contact card, offering it to Djanik with two quick fingers in a gesture rather like a card sharp's.

Stamped on the dull flimsiplast surface in black Basic letters were the words SINNYA TARR * ADVENTURES * EXPEDITIONS * ALL CONTINENTS. A chip embedded in the thin plastic presumably contained a comm code readable by any standard comlink.

[Djanik]

"Then I'll send you a message when I get a chance to go on an adventure or expedition."

With a smile, he sketched a salute.

"I appreciate the help."

[Sinnya]

"Any time." She returned the salute with an unmilitary wave. "Good luck with your search. See you around."

[Djanik]

/scene?

[Sinnya]

((I think so!))