[He's seated none too far away, but a book in hand as he sips from his own mug. It's some dry old thing, snagged from the library down in fair Olympia. Another history book as he continues to try wrapping his head around the basics of this mixed up universe. Keeping his head down hadn't done shit all to keep him out of the crosshairs of this cold war bullshit, after all, and he's no fan of naive thinking.
The woman's muttering keeps dragging him out of concentration, though. He's glanced once up over the top of his pages, a dead-eyed squint, and gone back to ignoring it. After a while it's a little much, but he can't help noticing the particularly clever bend to it. (Can't help noticing she's pretty cute too, but that's a given around these parts. They don't seem inclined to wake up anyone that would score less than a 7, and what does that tell you about Orbiter impartiality?)]
Aiming to set up a life as the next Barbara Walters, are we? [Richie lays the book flat and leans forward on his elbows.] Might want to keep the plans under better wraps, some other hotshot reporter might try to swipe it from you.
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The woman's muttering keeps dragging him out of concentration, though. He's glanced once up over the top of his pages, a dead-eyed squint, and gone back to ignoring it. After a while it's a little much, but he can't help noticing the particularly clever bend to it. (Can't help noticing she's pretty cute too, but that's a given around these parts. They don't seem inclined to wake up anyone that would score less than a 7, and what does that tell you about Orbiter impartiality?)]
Aiming to set up a life as the next Barbara Walters, are we? [Richie lays the book flat and leans forward on his elbows.] Might want to keep the plans under better wraps, some other hotshot reporter might try to swipe it from you.