Bainbridge Inn - Commons - Persephone
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Both terra cotta tiles and rich carpet lend their warmth to the lobby of this hotel. To the left, a small lounge has been set. Two couches are arranged in amiable proximity, their focus clearly the fireplace and its simple mosiac pattern frame. The receptionist's desk is beyond a half wall and there are several tasteful brochures that flash photos of tourist attractions Persephone has to offer.
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[Allen]
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Light grey-blue eyes glint rather intelligently, a contrast to the darkness of his nearly black hair and alabaster skin. His features are refined as much by an easy mien as by the variegates of genetics; from shapely nose to long lashes, and high cheekbones to sharp jawline, his attractiveness is enhanced by a comfortableness in his surroundings. Over two meters tall, with a lean, conditioned build, he moves with an unhurried stride and a studied grace which does little to stop his long fingers from keeping his locks in a state of confusion when not occupied by something else. When he speaks, it is with a musical baritone; when he smiles, brilliantly white teeth are revealed.
Accentuating his long form, Allen is clad in white, khaki and black. His long sleeved shirt of ribbed white cotton has standard crew-neck and black patches around the elbows. His trousers mimic the usefulness of more utilitarian clothing with five-pocket styling and a khaki color, but their high quality and precise tailoring are emphasized by side black linen stripes running down from the middle of his calf down the hem of the pants. Deceptively simple shoes, blackened leather in make, complete his outfit.
He appears to be in his twenties.
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[Kaora]
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Aquiline features are more rugged than pretty, more harsh than soft. Wideset green eyes look out of an oval face, with the high cheekbones and rounded jaw indicative of a blending of asian and european stock. Her hair is dark brown, the color of farm soil that hanges in rich, thick curls down to her midback, when it isn't contained in a more utlitarian braid. She makes up for an average height with the brawn of a soldier, corded muscles and calloused fingertips and the look to go with it.

Today, she is dressed in a simple 'uniform' of browns - a long split duster covers most of her form, and hides the guns that are very likely in those shoulder holsters from view. A simple collared shirt that might generously be called 'natural' or 'off-white' is covered in a thick leather vest, the deep 'v' neck of which shows off a modicum of lightly tanned skin. Legs are likewise clad, in brown pants that are neat enough, tucked into calf-high workboots.
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[Devon]
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A pale-skinned young man who tops six feet by two or three inches, his dark mop of hair has been combed--but not today. He has a small scar from the bridge of his nose to a little under his right eye. His arms and legs are a little too long for his body, and none would ever call him graceful.
He wears a long brown duster, obviously a relic from before Unification Day. His trousers are a little baggy and tucked into his boots, his shirt is too large across the chest. At his right hip rides a pistol, slung higher than most gunfighters prefer.
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The man in question takes another sip of his wine before answering. "No, I don't. My wife is a pilot, though. Find a ship willing to hire us on, and we'll fly you there. Among my...other...talents, I am also a good cook, so you wouldn't dread the trip." He smiles good-naturedly.

[Cole]
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A small boy, looking a little over four and a half feet tall, with furly reddish-brown hair that likes to stick up in the back. He has hazel eyes, and a light dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks. All in all he looks like your typical kid, probably about 12 years old. Currently, he wears the blue-gray, long sleeved polyester shirt with white undercollar that is traditional of the Shepherd orders of the Westminster Abbey. A pair of black slacks with a gold-buckled belt also falls into that tradition, as do his polished black shoes. The only thing out of place is the red iNGear backpack that lies slung across one shoulder.
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Cole comes out of his room, bible tucked under one arm and donation cup held limply in the other, a coin or two jingling around on the inside. There's a momentary glance of surprise at the gathering in the lounge, but the moment passes quickly and he heads slowly towards the door.

Devon looks up at the jingling, and smiles with a touch of sadness. Reaching into his duster pocket, he calls out, "Boy! Shepherd boy! Wait a moment."

Kaora makes a sound in her throat that could be a grunt of approval of the man's cooking abilities, or a snort of derision at the idea that she would have some way to find a ship worth being hired on. She too is caught by the boy's presence, a brow arched at his look. She shifts her position on the couch, the other leg crossed on top now.

"Alas, that is not within my control," Allen murmurs amiably, only to have his attention caught as do the other's by the presence of the Shepard child. He glances at his bodyguard briefly, to ascertain if she has seen this boy before, before the child is also favored with a smile.

Cole stops at the call towards him, turning around to take in the man and his apparent cohorts. Solemnly he walks towards the group, coming to a stop near his table and glancing at the man's hand in his pocket. With a slight smirk, he lifts the cup and says, "Bless you, sir."

Devon pulls out a few credits, and drops them in the cup. "When times were even harder than they are now, once, my wife and I were given aid by members of your order. I promised to repay when I could. Let this count toward that."

To allen, Kaora shakes her head ever so slightly, the shoulder nearest to her companion lifted in a soft half shrug to indicate her lack of knowledge of the boy. Her attention is gathered by the swiftly traveling waitress then, and the delivery of the dark liquid.

- Cole rolls Bluff with a modifier of 0. Result: 21
- Rolled Bluff with modifier of 0. Result: 3+2+0+16=21

Tris has arrived.

Allen merely sips at his drink, watching the interplay between the man and child.
Kaora gets a brief smile, and the waitress gets a larger one as his own drink is delivered and his old one taken away.

Stephanie arrives from Commons - Persephone.
Stephanie has arrived.

Devon looks up as Stephanie comes through the front door. He says, "Excuse me..." to Cole and waves energetically to Steph. "Over here, dear."

Stephanie looks around then spotting Devon and hearing him, she makes her way over to where he is. "Well hello there. No go, I'm afraid."

Devon grimaces, and pulls out a chair for her. "Well, we'll find something. Here's two things to remember our anniversary by. Maracourt '53, just like we drank on our wedding day...and a Shepherd in training, just like that spot we had to take shelter in on our...honeymoon.

Cole, dressed in Shepherd's clothing, manages to keep any semblance of a guilty look off of his face as he accepts credits from Devon for his 'order', watching them clink into a collection jar. "My thanks. I assure you, He who sees all will remember your recompense." He offers a nod of acknowledgement towards the ladies, lingering just a moment to see if any of them wish to contribute.

Stephanie nods, and takes a seat. "In that case, I'd like a glass. Well. Been a long day, or it feels like it."

Devon says, "You remember that night, don't you, when the Shepherds took us in? Oh, what a mess. Anyhow...you are welcome, young man, and I hope you stick to holy orders. Shepherds are good people."

Stephanie says, "and yes, I do remember that night. Good thing they found us, or we them. Nice people.""

Tris sets her drink down, returning to her awareness of the room. She glances around again and her gaze falls on Cole for a moment. She blinks, brows raising.

[Stephanie]
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This young woman stands at just over five feet. She has dark-brown hair that is pulled back into a braid running down her back. Her eyes are dark and friendly.
Today she is wearing jeans, a button-down shirt, and boots.
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The boy is offered a little smile on the part of Kaora, a deeper shrug, as if she has nothing of worth to offer his order. She takes a sip of her own drink, letting her gaze roam from the corner, and the couple in it, to Tris, who is closer.

"Tell me young man, how long have you been in training?" Allen inquires of the child. He himself makes no move for his pockets, but merely sips at his drink.
Stephanie suddenly frowns. "Devon, they all are gone. I mean, there's nothing left of them. Old buildings is all, but no traces of anyoe there.

Stephanie says, "That's why I had no luck."

Skeeson Little arrives from Commons - Persephone.
Skeeson Little has arrived.

Devon looks shocked. "Wow. I guess times got tough for them, and they moved on. I hope that is all that happened!" He stares into his glass, clearly troubled.

Stephanie nods. "Exactly. I hope it's all that happened. You never know."

Cole offers Stephanie a polite nod and a smile before settling on Allen. "Oh, not very long at all, sir. Only a month or so." He moves a little closer to the man's table to tell the story. "I was a ship's engineer, crawling through the electrical junctions when suddenly a bible literally fell from one of the upper decks and bonked me on the head." He smirks at the memory. "A more... blatant calling than most get, I'm told."

Tris rolls Perception with a 0 modifier. Result: 16
- Cole rolls Bluff with a modifier of 0. Result: 18
- Rolled Bluff with modifier of 0. Result: 3+2+0+13=18

The lounge is quite occupied tonight. Allen and Kaora sharea a couch, though the freelancer lounges with her legs extended, and the companion is curled at the opposite end. Tris has settled herself nearby, and of course Cole now has approached the couple's table. In a little bit more distant corner, Stephanie and Devon are in conversation of their own.

Stephanie takes another sip from her glass. "Well, since that avenue is closed, we have to find another. I suppose we'll just have to hang out here and keep an eye out for ships. And hope. But for now this isn't so bad. Percephone kind of grows on you."

"Really. You are quite accomplished for one so young," Allen notes drolly, again skipping at his cocktail. "And under whom are you training?" he inquires. "No doubt a hard task master."

"Yes. Which abbey did you study at?" Tris calls, smiling. "Most noviciates take longer than a month. Usually... five years or more. For most recognized orders."

"The hardest of all," Cole agrees, taking the bible from underneath his arm and holding it prominently forward for a moment. Grinning broadly over at Tris, he responds, "Times are quite hard, my lady. Initiates are sometimes called to perform service long before their studies are completed. Of course, the Lord did say in Isaiah, 'A little child shall lead them'." He turns his head back towards Stephanie and Devon, a more serious look on his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but... did you say you're looking for a ship?"

Travis has arrived.

Stephanie looks between Cole and Devon, saying nothing.

Devon straightens. "Well, yes, we are looking for work. Stephanie here is a pilot, I usually find other things that need doing. Why, has God told you where we could find work?" He smiles a bit at his own joke.

The lounge is quite occupied tonight. Allen and Kaora sharea a couch, though the freelancer lounges with her legs extended, and the companion is curled at the opposite end. Tris has settled herself nearby, and of course Cole now has approached the couple's table. In a little bit more distant corner, Stephanie and Devon are in conversation of their own.

Allen rolls Perception with a 0 modifier. Result: 8

"As a matter of fact!" Cole agrees, nodding wildly and kissing the bible, grin broad. "There is a ship docked here known as the Galatea. Their ship has just finished repairs after their pilot smacked it into a mountain, so I'm fairly certain they're looking for a new pilot now."

Tris's brows raise, "I believe Isaiah was talking about the end times." She's chuckling now, "As in the lion laying down with the lamb. Its usually considered an anology for Christ." She gently corrects, "And it is Sister. Order of St. Delors."

Stephanie hmms softly. "A new pilot, but I won't go if something can't be found for Devon here."

Skeeson Little makes his way into the inn, cracking his neck slightly and stifling a yawn, before stepping further in to find a seat in the lounge. One large hand comes up to rub his neck, and he scans the occupants of the room for a moment before noting Tris, and then Cole, heading that way.

"Does it not also say 'beware of false prophets'?" Allen asks with some amusement, before waving away the subtle jab. "That was unkind of me, but I must say that to send a child alone to collect alms is a dangerous bet. You must have great faith...or so much your mentor."

Devon says, "Who is the Captain of the Galatea?"

"A man named Beck O'R.." Cole starts to say to Devon and Stephanie, but then Tris and Allen's comments reach his ears, turning his head. To the latter, he responds, "Actually, I wasn't going out to collect alms, I was just holding the jar." The former then gets a smile that's fairly icy. "I see. Well, of course my understanding is limited. I would love to spend some time in discussion with you, Sister, as I imagine you must be much more well versed."

- Cole rolls Bluff with a modifier of 0. Result: 13
- Rolled Bluff with modifier of 0. Result: 3+2+0+8=13

Kaora rolls Perception with a 0 modifier. Result: 2
Devon rolls Perception with a 0 modifier. Result: 11

Tris's smile is gentle, "Little Brother," she says easily, "I'd be more than happy to spend some time with you. If you've not eaten yet tonight I could even spring for dinner." She glances to the door way, catching sight of Skeeson. She smiles wider and waves him in her direction.

Tris rolls Perception with a 0 modifier. Result: 11
Allen rolls Perception with a 0 modifier. Result: 21

Devon looks slightly frustrated and confused at the furor surrounding the young Shepherd. He says, "Excuse me. I am sorry to interrupt, but...the Captain of the Galatea is Beck O'something? What is the name again, and where can I find him?"

Travis yawns as he guides his chair out of his room and into the common area.

"What's your name, child?" Allen inquires of the boy, voice cool. As yet he remains relaxed, but his gaze has focused on the shepard lad and his head tilts with what appears to be curiosity.

Skeeson Little makes his way over as Tris beckons, close enough to catch Devon's words, and offer. "O'Riley. What's your interest in the Galatea? I'm a part of her crew. Little's the name." As if, you know, that weren't obvious. Being he's so....little.

Devon shifts his attention to the newcomer, leaving the young man to the attentions of the others. "We're Devon and Stephanie Forest. Stephanie is a Pilot, and I have some experience as ship's crew as well. We are looking for work."

"The young man," Devon continues with a gesture toward Cole, "said your ship might be able to use us."

Stephanie is sitting quietly, listening to the conversations and watching what's going on.

Cole tilts a moment to answer Devon's question, but Skeeson beats him to it, so instead he answers Allen's. "Cole Angicent, sir," he states, as he sits down at Tris' table, dropping backpack to the floor and laying jar and bible to rest on one side. "Where would you wish to eat, Sister?"

"Where ever you would wish to eat. Little brother." Tris says, lips still curved. Another glance to Skeeson and a murmured, "Its good to see you again, Mr. Little."
Kaora takes another slow, long sip of her drink, letting Allen, it seems, do the talking with the Shepherd boy. She seems relatively nonplussed with any of the conversing going on, dark eyes merely settling on one person, and then another in turn.

Skeeson Little listens as Devon speaks, glancing to Stephanie as he mentions her with a polite nod, and then turns attention back to Devon. "We could use a pilot, aye, and I'm sure the Captain could find use for a general hand, long as you don't mind helping load cargo and such. If he approves of you, of course. I'm a bit of a general hand myself....a riflesmith by trade. Captain lets me operate my shop off the Galatea in exchange for helping out when needed." As Tris greets him, he offers her a quick smile, and Cole as well. "Evening, Sister. Evening, nian qing de (young one). Good to see you again, Sister."

"I would be careful if I were you, Sister," Allen informs Tris. "Though perhaps you could tell me, Mister Angicent, or Mister Little, whether your ship is headed to Shadow?" he inquires casually.

Devon starts to reply, then waits for Little to deal with the other. Instead, he whispers to Stephanie.

Travis, stopping in the common area, glances around a bit overlooking Cole initially before doing a doubletake and is obviously staring at Cole for a long moment. Nudging the control of his chair he turns and begins moving in Cole's direction.

Cole quite literally turns the other cheek towards Allen, letting Skeeson handle the question and ignoring the jab at his potential dangerousness. Instead he simply suggests to Tris, "I understand there's a vendor outside with excellent canine meat. Perhaps a walk along the docks." He doesn't notice Travis approaching.

Stephanie nods at Devon's whisper.

Skeeson Little shifts attention as Allen says his name, tilting his head slightly to study the man before he offers. "She's not going anywhere till she's repaired, mister. But beyond that, I reckon you could ask the Captain about passenger fees. You know someone on Shadow?" If Allen (or others for that matter) are familiar with the accents of the planets, it won't be hard to place Skeeson as a Shadow native.

"Proverbs 6:30," Tris says to Allen promptly. Then she shakes her head a little, "My little brother seems like he might be hungry. And we do what we can, after all." She moves to stand up, "However, there is one thing. My order, actually, is a bit dedicated to balance." Her cheeks start to redden. It just might be that she doesn't bend the truth easily, "Sir, I don't suppose you noticed whom donated to my little brother's cause here tonight?"

Devon waits quietly, an arm around Stephanie's shoulder, while Mr. Little concludes his business. His other hand holds a glass of wine, which he sips from, though sparingly.

"I did.. Fellow by the man of Preston, Samuel Preston," Allen offers freely to Skeeson. "Know him?" Although speaking to Mister Little, by the rolls of his gaze, his question seems to encompass the group at large. His own accent is rather cultured, as the smile he offers in response to the Sister's question. "That man there, who is celebrating with an excellent wine in toast to his no-doubt excellent wife donated."

Cole frowns slightly at the reference to Proverbs, taking his jar off of his bible and cracking it open to reference the passage.

Travis pulls his chair to a stop and clears his throat a bit.

Kaora leans back in her seat a bit, one leg curling up onto the couc's surface, dark eyes following Cole and Tris with the disinterested stare of the unfaithful.

"Thank you." Tris says, eyes on Devon and Stephanie as if either debating or memorizing. She looks down to Cole and raises her brows, "I suppose I should talk to them before we leave? And I think that you've got a good idea about where to go." She watches him thumbing through the bible and leans in a little, "Very middle, little brother." She advises gently. She straightens up and offers a greeting to Travis and a nod of her head for forgiveness as she crosses over to the couple.

Stephanie turns her head towards Tris, watching her and smiles at her.

Devon looks up at Tris's approach. "Oh...hello...did you say you are also in Holy Orders? I'm sorry, we were a bit distracted. I am Devon, this is my wife Steph."

Cole apparently finds the passage in question, finger tracing along the words as he reads them. His response is a roll of the eyes and a rather terse look cast towards Tris, but he doesn't comment aloud, closing the book again and rising, slinging his backpack back over his shoulder. "Come, sister." It's at about that point that he nearly runs into Travis' chair. "Ahh, Mister Jackson. Good eve, sir. Care to come for dinner with Sister Tris and myself?"

Skeeson Little considers thoughtfully, stroking his chin, then nods a bit. "Sounds familiar...an acquaintance likely.....not a near friend or family, at the least. Still, if you'd like to write down a databox where the Captain can contact you, I'll see your request gets to him."

"A pleasure to meet you both," Tris says, and then her voice lowers with the intention of it not being heard beyond the table, "I heard how you were generous to donate to young Cole over there. Different orders have different..ah... customs. May I ask how much you donated so that my order can see you properly compensated?" She hurries, "I know that you gave simply out of a desire to do good, and that desire will be honored. However, the boy is a bit too young to be involved in such... collection." She smiles, "We must be above reproach and with a boy so young accepting funds...Please? Don't mention it to him. I'm sure it would break his heart to know that we simply can't really allow this to stand." She's blushing like mad now.

- Cole rolls Listen with a modifier of 0. Result: 22
- Rolled Listen with modifier of 0. Result: 0+2+0+20=22

Devon frowns slightly. "Please understand...he did not approach me. I summoned him over. We are indebted to the Shepherd's order, and I really think they would have wanted me to help him if I could. I am sure the money will be used for a good cause. If nothing else, kids that age are always hungry!"

Travis's eyebrow arches a bit at Cole's question, "Dinner with Sister Tris and..yourself. As long as you promise that you both will stop trying to save my soul and all this talk about a special hell for the likes of people who betray the faith. Did you all have something special in mind?"

Devon turns to Stephanie and says quietly, "I gave the kid some money for his cup. We owe them that much, at least!"

Stephanie nods slowly and thoughtfuly. "All right." She turns to tris. "You don't need to worry about it," she says quietly. "But we appreciate your concern."

Stephanie adds, "Find someoen else who could truly benefit from it and give the money to them. I'm sure there are plenty on this planet ..."?

Tris looks at Devon and then to Stephanie. Her smile softens a little. "As you wish it," she says simply, "Thank you. I'm sure that Cole thanks you as well." A quirk of humor across her expression, but she delicately says nothing else. She simply heads back towards Cole and Travis.

"Indeed," Allen replies. "I can, of course, be reached at this Inn for the duration of my stay on Persephone. I will leave once I can secure a ride to Shadow, though."

Devon looks at Stephanie, and shrugs as if to say, "Don't look at me, I dunno either."

Cole tosses another terse look Tris' way as she whispers to Devon, but makes no other indication that he heard what was whispered. To Travis, he says, "Nothing extraordinary, just a walk on the docks and some hot dog."

Devon looks over at Skeeson, attempting to discern if his business with Allen is done.

Travis nods as he puts the chair into reverse, "Well when your duties allow your departure do let me know."

Skeeson Little nods to Allen, inquiring. "And your name, sir?" He glances towards Stephanie and Devon, offering a quick apology. "Sorry about my divided attention, folks. I'll be with you in just a sec."

Devon waves. "Quite alright. Paying passengers before paid, and all."

"Allen Zinovy," the man answers. "I do hope to secure transport within the next day or so," he adds.

Tris walks back over to Cole and Travis, color fading from her face. She exhales, "Well, then. That's settled I suppose." She tilts her head at Travis. "And, hello."

Skeeson Little nods to Allen easily, "I'll pass that on then, sir." A shift of gaze to Devon and his wife, and he smiles. "Now then...shall we settle a table and talk?" He gestures his free hand towards a table far from the occupied areas nearby.

Devon smiles, and stands, gesturing for Stephanie to follow. He heads for the table that Skeeson has indicated.

Stephanie smiles and nods, then stands, following Devon's lead.

"Now would be fine," Cole suggests, gesturing Tris and Travis towards the door and picking up his things.

Kaora watches Skeeson amble off towards the other pair, and leans in to Allen, whispering softly to him, though her voice is not made for whispering, and might be overheard by those very nearby. "Do you think we really outta be bookin' passage on a ruined ship-like? I mean, if'n the last pilot crashed her. Well. Its your skin."

- Cole rolls Listen with a modifier of 0. Result: 11
- Rolled Listen with modifier of 0. Result: 0+2+0+9=11

Travis nods to Tris and says, "Hi." Moving his chair towards the door and mutters under his breath, "Yes a very... special.. hell."

- Skeeson Little rolls Listen with a modifier of 0. Result: 13

Tris heads through Commons (C) into Commons - Persephone.
Tris has left.
Travis heads through Commons (C) into Commons - Persephone.
Travis has left.

[Commons - Persephone]
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The noise of the docks doesn't quite intrude here and the hurry of the city proper has only partial sway. Pennants and flowers hang from buildings here, creating an almost quaint feel. The sidewalk sellers and the brick that has been used for most of the constructions only contrinutes to this. The stores on this street form an unbroken line and reach several stories, almost all containing high windows that look down and steps that lead to enter from the street. Pedestrians must look upwards, umbrellas often shading faces.
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Tris is giving Travis a curious look, "Excuse me?"

Travis shakes his head and motions towards Cole. "I get the feeling I don't wanna know why he's dressed like that."

Cole places a hand over his heart. "Whaaat?" he asks, half-seriously. "Can I not express religious inclinations without people questioning my motives?"

Tris's expression sobers a little, "Is he your son?" She asks evenly of Travis.

Travis chuckles at Cole's answer, "No Cole, you can't. And no he's not my son. But I think I know his motive fairly well."

Garrett arrives from Eavesdown Docks - Persephone.
Garrett has arrived.

Cole clears his throat. "'He's' also right here," he points out tersely. "An' I don't see why y'feel so much need t'call me to task, seein' as how I'm prob'ly more serious about it than you are. Or didn't I see you mixed up in dirty dealings by the rail yards the other day."

Garrett crosses the street, giving the conversing group a wide berth as he hears voices on the edge of being raised. He quietly mutters, "Evenin' folks." as he passes through.

"Ah." Tris says delicately. As if just perhaps she wasn't positive until now. She doesn't seem offended though. Not yet at any rate. "And, actually, no. There was a couple living in one of the rail cars. Their daughter died a few months ago and Heather has... well. Had a hard time getting over it." She looks down, expression registering emotion. But she takes another breath and forces it away. Another smile. "And, little brother, I don't believe I've said a word to take you to task for it." Her tone is light, "If you can't see it, I can't imagine that I could show you."

Travis nods to Garrett before turning back to the other two, "Sorry maybe it's just me but I don't think a person finds religion by wearing a certain outfit. But I suppose I could be wrong. So tell me Cole have you heard a calling," he asks with a slight smirk.

Cole clears his throat. "Proverbs 6:30," he points out. "'Men do not despise a thief'... a thief! You 'ccused me right then a' scammery." He looks over to Travis and nods. "You might say I was head o'er the head wit' it. Havin' a hard time makin' it fit with the rest of my life, but... y'know, that's what I like to call the 'Doctrine of Original Sin'. Gotta be sinnin' to be saved."

"What shall we say, then? Shall we go on sinning so that grace may increase? By no means! We died to sin; how can we live in it any longer?" Tris murmurs and then smiles, "You may wish to claim another religion, little brother. A real noviate would see the flaws in your logic, and scripture knowledge, within a week of training. And, no. I quoted something that seemed apt. If you do not find it apt, then that is your choice, isn't it?" She exhales and then bows, "Gentlemen, as enlightening as this might be, I'm afraid that I've really had an exhausting day." She winces and looks apologetic again. "And I still have to make it back to the rail yards again." She nods back to the Bainbridge, "I'm staying there if either of you should need me. Suite 101 actually."

Travis chuckles and waves, "Have a good day."