[He gives a polite chuckle of acknowledgment and lets her talk. Privacy? A fair desire even if hard to obtain. Sir Crocodile being different? Naturally, though he can't recall the exact details. Rosinante has surely seen the bounty posters but he's seen a lot of other ones too, and then the poster goes out of circulation when the bounty gets frozen, and it all gets lost in the shuffle.
Though come to think of it, Alabasta... wasn't his brother keeping tabs on a big-time pirate there? Potential business partner? He had lost so many of his notes to Vergo and left behind his belongings on that little rescue dinghy, and now wouldn't be the time to check, anyway. But there's something in the back of his mind suggesting there's a connection he's overlooked here. Shit. That's going to bother him.
He glances over again at the fat little reptile as she orders for it, then selects his own - and unlike her, he's definitely going for the salad. Roasted eggplant and chickpeas over lettuce and basil and a whole lot more? You bet.]
Yeah, the Marines have that scientist, right? Vegapunk. I thought he made weapons, though.
[That's public enough knowledge anyway. There are plenty of others, too, but some of them he doesn't want to lay blame on for something this big and potentially destructive. Vegapunk, though - who does a lot more than weapons - can handle a pointed finger. It wouldn't be the first time that he had stepped past the bounds Rosinante considers ethically responsible. The man is lucky he has the backing of the government to pursue his projects.]
Someone has answers. The government will probably put out a statement about it anyway. People are gonna be worried.
[The government statement will almost certainly be a selective version of the truth, but that's acceptable. The goal will be to keep civilians from panicking while they work on fixing this mess.]
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Date: 2019-02-15 04:14 pm (UTC)Though come to think of it, Alabasta... wasn't his brother keeping tabs on a big-time pirate there? Potential business partner? He had lost so many of his notes to Vergo and left behind his belongings on that little rescue dinghy, and now wouldn't be the time to check, anyway. But there's something in the back of his mind suggesting there's a connection he's overlooked here. Shit. That's going to bother him.
He glances over again at the fat little reptile as she orders for it, then selects his own - and unlike her, he's definitely going for the salad. Roasted eggplant and chickpeas over lettuce and basil and a whole lot more? You bet.]
Yeah, the Marines have that scientist, right? Vegapunk. I thought he made weapons, though.
[That's public enough knowledge anyway. There are plenty of others, too, but some of them he doesn't want to lay blame on for something this big and potentially destructive. Vegapunk, though - who does a lot more than weapons - can handle a pointed finger. It wouldn't be the first time that he had stepped past the bounds Rosinante considers ethically responsible. The man is lucky he has the backing of the government to pursue his projects.]
Someone has answers. The government will probably put out a statement about it anyway. People are gonna be worried.
[The government statement will almost certainly be a selective version of the truth, but that's acceptable. The goal will be to keep civilians from panicking while they work on fixing this mess.]