#Miner'sRespite – November 8, 2015

Va'ynna is sitting in a booth near the bar, and empty plate and a half-empty glass of water on the table before her. It's around noon. She's wearing a dark-green dress.

Adam has also been sat in the Respite for a good twenty minutes. An empty cup sits before him, the pungent aroma of coffee lingering. Dressed in a simple shirt and jeans combo, he has remained silent. An unlit cigarette dangles between his lips as he flips the page of the leather bound book in his hands, his eyes slowly tracing each sentence with great interest.

Va'ynna takes a long sip of her glass and sits back in her seat. She hasn't paid much attention to people coming and going while having her lunch break.

Adam glances up from his reading, casting a look at Va'ynna for a moment. He slips a marker onto his page and closes the book, placing it down gently upon the table. "Enjoying your lunch, Va'ynna?" He asks softly, not being seated far from her.

Va'ynna looks up at the person speaking to her with a raised brow. It takes a moment for her to realize who it is. "I... Yes, I am," she says. "How... about you?"

Adam nods once, folding his hands atop the table. "I am, thank you," he says. "It's nice just to take a moment for yourself every once in awhile." He gestures idly at the book to emphasise his point. "Has it been a busy day?" He asks.

Va'ynna nods. "Mhm," she says. "Mornings are usually... the most busy time with preparations for the day, inventory... and all that."

Adam smiles faintly. "I can imagine," he says. "I suppose it's just as busy in the evenings too."

Va'ynna shrugs. "Not really," she says, "I just work in the kitchen, without... having to think about anything else. I work every day, though."

Adam quirks an eyebrow. "Everyday? That doesn't seem to be a very fair contract."

Va'ynna frowns. "I've... gotten used to it," she says. "I think it's been a year now since I... started working here."

Va'ynna shakes her head. "I havent," she says, "and I... don't think that would be better." She sighs. "Anyway, enough... about me," Va'ynna continues. "How is your work going?"

Adam nods. "Fair enough," he says. He unfolds his hands and leans back into his seat, a defeated look crossing his face. "Not well," he admits. "I spent the past week searching for anything regarding Damien's disappearance. Nothing." He chuckles without humour. "He really doesn't want to be found."

Va'ynna frowns. "I'm... sorry," she says. "Have you talked with the agency?"

Adam takes the cigarette from between his lips and tucks it into his shirt pocket. "I have an income," he says. "So I'll just be taking odd jobs on the side. Though I'll ask Redrock if they'll need someone to fill Damien's position until he comes back. If he does, that is."

Va'ynna nods. "A lot of them... are still recovering from the last job, I think," she says, "so I'm sure they could use... more people."

Adam hums and nods. "Very well, I'll talk to Mr. Wolfe soon," he says. "What are they like as a company? They are certainly small for a PMC."

Va'ynna hums thoughtfully. "I'm not really one to ask," she says. "I have... a few friends who work there, but that's... about it." She picks up her glass and drinks the rest of her water.

Adam smiles faintly. "I take it he's more of an optimist?" he asks. "Always looking on the bright side?"

Va'ynna nods. "I'd say so," she says. "They have just rebuilt their office, so... they must have things mostly under control."

Va'ynna frowns. "They were... attacked," she says. "As for why.... You should ask Jason."

Adam quirks an eyebrow. "They must've done something major to warrant the destruction of their offices," he says. "I'll see if I can't speak to him this afternoon."

Va'ynna tilts her head. "It's... something that comes with that line of work, isn't it?"

Adam snorts slightly. "Surprisingly, attacking a PMC headquarters isn't a common occurrence," he says. "I mean it's always a possibility and since Redrock are a incredibly small PMC it would be easier to strike them where they live." He leans back in his chair, furrowing his brow thoughtfully.

Va'ynna nods. "I... see," she says. "I don't understand why... anyone really wants to risk everything in that line of work, but I'm... grateful for everything they've done for the Miner's Respite."

Va'ynna hums. "Not... exactly," she says. "Jason was one of the... first people I met when I got here around a year ago, and... it wasn't until a few months later that D'Inea hired them for security here."

Adam nods. "I see. I take it D'Inea is your employer?"

Va'ynna glances at the bar, which Kanaya is currently tending to. "Yeah," she says. "She disappeared twenty days ago, though, but... her daughter showed up a few days afterward to step in for her."

Adam looks towards the bar, humming. "Is anyone looking for her?" He asks, turning his gaze back to Va'ynna.

Adam folds his arms, nodding faintly. "I'm sure she's capable. Owning an inn out in the Terminus... You'd have to be I say." He chuckles quietly.

Va'ynna nods. "She wasn't afraid when she told... a krogan to behave, so... I guess you're right," she says. "But... not hearing anything from her still makes me worry."

Adam raises his brow in surprise. "Telling a krogan to behave? And he listened? She has my respect." He tilts his head slightly, a small understanding smile gracing his features. "I know what that's like. But I'm sure she'll get in contact soon."

Va'ynna frowns. "I... hope so too," she says. "And the same... for Damien." She looks thoughtful for a moment. "I... I can ask Kanaya to give you the security footage from when he was last seen here."

Adam perks up slightly. "That would be much appreciated, if you could," he says with a smile.

Va'ynna returns the smile. "I... I'll see what I can do," she says. "I can't promise anything, though."

Adam holds a hand up with a slight shake of his head. "I understand," he says. "Security and what not. But thank you regardless."

Va'ynna nods and stands up. "It was good... talking with you," she says. "I... will get back to you tonight or tomorrow... about the security footage if I get it."

Adam smiles politely and bows his head respectively. "Thank you again, Va'ynna. I believe my contact details are on your system."

Va'ynna nods, again. "You're welcome," she says. She picks up the plate and empty glass and makes her way upstairs after stopping by the bar with said plate and glass.

Adam decides to pack up. He slips the book into his satchel and pulls it over his shoulder. He starts to make his way out of the Respite, plucking the cigarette from his shirt pocket and placing it between his lips, still unlit.