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OOC: sorry about short absence.

IC: CORIDOOR OUTSIDE CAFE;

Nox, now feeling a little depressed, made his way back into the cafe, realising he needed a job before he could begin work (if Slig Barracks was anything for him to go by, it'd be more dangerous for him if he wandered about the vast factory unemployed, and classed as an intruder).

Nox, you 'aint no job-dodger. go an' report yourself in, now.

with that, he waded into the 'madness' that was the cafeteria. feeling slightly pressured by all these people in one room, all talking and generally making a racket as a whole. he sat down at the calmest table he could find, as soon as possible, whilst slamming his old rifle down onto it.

another slig was sat at this same table (Slax), Nox noticed, and so he took the liberty to ask the question;

"ay mate, do you know where the boss of this nut-house is?"