#Miner'sRespite – August 6, 2014

Damien walks down the stairs, wearing his casual attire. His eyes dart around the bar, sweeping in the surroundings.

Va'ynna is sitting at a booth nearby the bar, by herself. It's a calm evening, so there's not many around. The asari's clad in a dark red dress. Va'ynna looks up as she notices Damien.

Damien offers a flicker of a smile. He approaches the booth and nods lightly. "Evening, Va'ynna," he says.

Va'ynna nods in return. "Hey, Damien," she says. "How... are you?" She wraps her hand around a glass of water before her, but doesn't pick it up.

Damien shrugs lightly, standing to the side and scratching his beard, which seems to have gone unshaven for awhile. "I'm alright. Packing my gear currently. What about you? Are you alright?"

Va'ynna looks at the exit with a frown. "Yeah," she sighs. "It... was frigtening, though. Especially... when one of them had gotten inside the garage." The asari moves a hand up to cover her mouth as she unsuccessfully tries to stifle a yawn.

Damien nods, folding his arms and sighing. "I wish I was there to help, y'know?" he says, rapping his fingers against his forearm. "I mean I could've done-". He cuts himself off and shrugs. "It doesn't matter now. Too late to speculate."

Va'ynna lets out a small smile. "They... got it under control," she says. "Nobody was... hurt, except... one of the shooters. But... I'm glad you... would have helped."

Va'ynna looks thoughtful for a second. "I... only saw one up-close, but... I don't know who she is," she says. "She never... took of her helmet."

Damien arches an eyebrow. "Huh. No identification? Symbols on the armour?"

Va'ynna picks up her glass and takes a small sip. "So, um," she begins, "have you... heard anything more from the agency?"

Damien shakes his head. "Nope S'why I'm packing. I'm running low on credits so... I'm heading out to find some work."

Va'ynna frowns, tilting her head. "Oh," she says. "Are you... leaving Freedom Falls?"

Damien shrugs, rubbing his eye. "Maybe. I dunno. I'll see if there is anything nearby to pay me. If not, then I might have to."

Va'ynna looks at the table. "Please... couldn't you go pay them a visit?" she says, returning her gaze towards him. "Maybe they... um, lost your message?"

Damien looks to her, mulling over the decision for a moment. "Well, you did say please," he says with a smirk. "Couldn't hurt to go over there. Not much to lose."

Va'ynna smiles. "I'm... glad to hear it," she says. "Everyone there... I've met... have been good to me."

Damien smiles genuinely. "I see no reason why they shouldn't." He throws a glance over his shoulder, eyeing the inn for a moment before turning back to her.

Va'ynna looks at the glass, a little embarrased. "When... Jason first offered me to work there," she says, "I... said I would be uncomfortable around so many mercenaries. Yet, four of them... assisted Steve when the... shooting happened outside; it wasn't their job to."

Va'ynna smiles sheepishly as she returns her gaze. "I... know that now," she says. "I just didn't know that when... I just got here."

Va'ynna nods. "I... I'm glad this place is different," she says before an omni-tool message has her standing up. "Sorry, I've... got to get going." She slips out of the booth, picking up her glass. "It was... good talking with you, Damien," she says. "I'll see you again."

Damien dips his head lightly. "Sure. I'll see you soon. Have a good night."

Va'ynna smiles. "You too," she says before making her way up to her room, only stopping by the bar to leave the empty glass of water there.

Damien watches her leave, before heading up to his room.