As Green got closer, he realized that he actually recognized one of them. She'd left quite the impression in the bar of the Forge the last time they'd met.
"Evening," Ro-mu 31 said, her knobby jointed, mechanically articulated hands flexing minutely atop the table she sat at. Amazingly, however, no tears appeared in the table cloth, and the glint of steel never appeared on her fingertips.
"I never got the chance to thank you, before," she added, her words sincere despite the strange, distorting harmonics that subtly warped her voice, making every word sound as though it came from a speaker inside her throat.
Steve and Mendelev broke off their whispered conversation to listen to whatever Green might have to say.
Cayce is horrible cayce, and somehow missed this thread! Feel free to pester me next time, YYC, but I will try hard not to make it a next time.