Zhi hadn't really expected the supervisor of the guards to show up immediately. Likely whoever it was had a few people on beat, and wouldn't check on them except in the case of new guards, like Flit. And even then, Zhi doubted it would be the supervisor personally showing up, but some other underling superior to a newbie like Flit. Whichever it was, Zhi didn't care so long as they were taken back to the supervisor and the Cap'n had his shot at sniffing around. It was the least complicated option.
It was a good thing, in this sole instance, that the Handers were as uptight about security as they were. Sure as shit, a guard swung around about five minutes after the conversation had started, expression going tight and pinched as he saw Flit engaged in conversation rather than ensuring the security of the area.
He was an elezen, tall and haggard looking, with a few tell-tale signs of hard drug use marring his skin. Sadly, he looked and smelled sober. Too bad.
"Hey! What d'you think you're doing? Better not be shooting th'shit, or I'll skin you meself!"
It was a good thing, in this sole instance, that the Handers were as uptight about security as they were. Sure as shit, a guard swung around about five minutes after the conversation had started, expression going tight and pinched as he saw Flit engaged in conversation rather than ensuring the security of the area.
He was an elezen, tall and haggard looking, with a few tell-tale signs of hard drug use marring his skin. Sadly, he looked and smelled sober. Too bad.
"Hey! What d'you think you're doing? Better not be shooting th'shit, or I'll skin you meself!"
