[ cont from here with @resistancefire ]
“Well, I was flirting.” Roslin gave a shrug, broad shoulders under their shirt that gave way to heavy mechanical arms, perfectly proportional but aesthetically surprising perhaps to the pilot as most people, at least not in Mos Espa, tended to hide their augmented work. He picked up his drink, gesturing to the bar tender to get Poe one more, since he didn’t think this was going to go much of anywhere.
“You can say no, that’s perfectly fine. Honey, I’m closer to 60 than your age, I’ve been turned down before by people with considerably less manners. I’m far to old to get my feelings hurt.”









