Post by Deleted on May 20, 2014 13:55:06 GMT -8
Carlos had heard much in the way of gossip about recent events, even in the short time he had set foot and resided within the station walls again. He had heard that Virgil and Mac had been one epicenter of the weird happenings all over the station and thus had not mentioned or turned a single note of his attention to it. Not even out of their earshot. He could only imagine what humiliation they may have felt or how much they wished it to hide in the furthest corners of the galaxy. He disliked talking about Trudi since it wretched much regret and bad memories to the surface. If it was anything like that, he wasn't going to add more salt.
So, he appeared apathetic and got on with his existence and effect on everyone around him much in the way it would if he hadn't left and if events hadn't happened. Why should that much be different. Different people were here now, sure, but the place was still the same.
Besides, he was looking forward to dropping back in to a routine.
The other man extended a hand as he spoke, introducing himself, and Carlos nodded, freeing up a hand and with one thought to rub whatever may be lingering on his palm on his jeans, shook the hand with a firm gentleness belying his bulk.
"I take it that you recently returned to SGE?"
"Carlos Hartmann," he returned in kind, nodding with some solidarity, "Yes, earlier this morning in fact." It had been early morning hours to say the least but that was besides the point. "I am kind of hoping I'll be able to return to my last posting, unless any one has filled it in the time I was gone," he elaborated with ponderous thought as he continued to deal with what he had brought in with him.
"It's been an interesting month, to say the least, but good."
To that statement, Aaron received a huge knowing grin from the German, the boxy head turning just so the slighter man could see it. He studied Aaron properly now and wondered at the man's profession in light of it. Something said the man wasn't a Fleeter and equally not one who lead a heavy duty lifestyle judging by the softness of the man's hands. By comparison, with his work in recent weeks, Carlos' were calloused and dry, the moisture of the cleaning doing little to penetrate through the hardened layers. Not that Hartmann was any pin-up for being soft.
"The station has her wiles," he said, nodding through his grin and turned properly now that his business with the recycler was done with. "So, what do you normally do on this tin bucket whilst you're not mingling over tables?" he asked, curious and was content to take a breather in the small space of the room. Carlos was used to long hours and usually never slowed down much for anything. It had been a constant of his career and it had been no different in his working retirement. But his feet ached a bit and given his dodgy ticker, he wasn't sure over doing it was high on his plans.
Still, it could give him another reason to pay a visit to Sickbay...
TAG ; @kaiden, @miles, @rev, any
So, he appeared apathetic and got on with his existence and effect on everyone around him much in the way it would if he hadn't left and if events hadn't happened. Why should that much be different. Different people were here now, sure, but the place was still the same.
Besides, he was looking forward to dropping back in to a routine.
The other man extended a hand as he spoke, introducing himself, and Carlos nodded, freeing up a hand and with one thought to rub whatever may be lingering on his palm on his jeans, shook the hand with a firm gentleness belying his bulk.
"I take it that you recently returned to SGE?"
"Carlos Hartmann," he returned in kind, nodding with some solidarity, "Yes, earlier this morning in fact." It had been early morning hours to say the least but that was besides the point. "I am kind of hoping I'll be able to return to my last posting, unless any one has filled it in the time I was gone," he elaborated with ponderous thought as he continued to deal with what he had brought in with him.
"It's been an interesting month, to say the least, but good."
To that statement, Aaron received a huge knowing grin from the German, the boxy head turning just so the slighter man could see it. He studied Aaron properly now and wondered at the man's profession in light of it. Something said the man wasn't a Fleeter and equally not one who lead a heavy duty lifestyle judging by the softness of the man's hands. By comparison, with his work in recent weeks, Carlos' were calloused and dry, the moisture of the cleaning doing little to penetrate through the hardened layers. Not that Hartmann was any pin-up for being soft.
"The station has her wiles," he said, nodding through his grin and turned properly now that his business with the recycler was done with. "So, what do you normally do on this tin bucket whilst you're not mingling over tables?" he asked, curious and was content to take a breather in the small space of the room. Carlos was used to long hours and usually never slowed down much for anything. It had been a constant of his career and it had been no different in his working retirement. But his feet ached a bit and given his dodgy ticker, he wasn't sure over doing it was high on his plans.
Still, it could give him another reason to pay a visit to Sickbay...
TAG ; @kaiden, @miles, @rev, any