Nikoh watched the Glukkons as they slowly moved away from the small scene, and hearing a disconcerting cough from another direction. He'd felk like he'd gotten most of what he could from the Vykker, and watched as she offhandedly dismissed him. Though he felt like this Vykker knew more, Nikoh knew better than to pry too close into a Vykker's affairs else he end up with a syringe in his neck. Again.
"I suppose that's all I was wondering same as everyone else." The Vykker's tone had erred him some, still feeling the disgusted gaze of crowd he pulled his goggles back over his eyes and patted down his belt pouches but remembered he'd given his other cigarette to the Scrub in the arrivals lounge.
Those on the platform stirred, the wind was picking up somewhat and the bustling crowd seemed to pulse as those who were too busy to wait left, and those who had their attentions elsewhere joined the fray. Nearby Slig guards seemed agitated, one shifting his rifle in his hands; checking the safety and counting his magazines.
"Say, ya wouldn't happened to have a cig would you?" Nikoh enquired, attempting to keep some semblance of a reason to stay near this bighead until the train arrived.
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