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[parricida]

[Hey, it's Garak! Looking, admittedly, not quite his best-- his hair is tremendously mussed, sticking up a little and far too long, and is that blood smeared on his neck? No. That can't be-- that's probably not blood. Probably not.

Anyway. It's Garak, sitting in his ship, smiling at the camera.]

Now. Despite our recent opportunities on these three moons, some rather lovely ladies have reminded me that one can't always have the clothes one wants. And with some new fabric in my possession, I thought I too might offer my services to the fleet.

I'm a tailor by trade-- a very good tailor, in fact. If you, like myself, are getting rather tired of Floot Loops clothes, send me a message, and I may be able to help you.

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[aberrant_type]

Well, I hope you're not giving a talent like that way for free... I assume you'll be charging enough to keep yourself in new cloth. Or no? [The ship isn't large; she checks the lab and the engine room, the thump of the engine briefly audible through the communicator. Where is he anyway?]

[parricida]

[In his room, s it turns out-- though as she approaches, Garak falls silent. He begins regulating his breathing, letting his presence fade-- it's an old trick he learned in the academy, to make himself nearly invisible. Someone observant will be able to see him-- he's not invisible-- but if they're just passing by, they won't see him at all.

What will Hange do? We'll see.]

[aberrant_type]

[They all share one room, or she'd actually not go nosing into Garak's private quarters. Some boundaries she'll respect, especially as she figures if he was really in danger, Garak would be either taking care of himself or looking for help.

Anyway, she enters the group quarters scanning patiently as usual. Her gaze is very even. She's not exactly expecting him to be hiding, though, so she very nearly passes him by even though she's also a bit on the hunt - but then stops in place and turns towards him. Exposed briefly as a hunter in her bones, with keenness to her eyes.]

Well, well...

[parricida]

[Oh. The moment Hange spots him, Garak melts, exhaling harshly and letting himself relax. His energy rises, until he simply is again, no longer hiding.]

Most people don't look so closely. Well done.

[aberrant_type]

[She doesn't smile yet. One eyebrow rises.]

Is there some reason you're hiding from your concerned captain?

[parricida]

Oh, I'm hardly hiding! Simply practicing relaxing.

[aberrant_type]

With all the blood? [Her tone's mellow, but she's clearly not buying it.] Mind if I take a look at that?

[parricida]

If you'd like. It's not mine, though.

[aberrant_type]

[She steps back and makes a small gesture, indicating he should stand.]

Well! Let's get it cleaned up, and then maybe you can tell me whose it is.

[parricida]

Oh, a bounty. Do you often clean up after your charges, or am I special?

[Still, he gets to his feet fluidly, his head tipping to the side.]

[aberrant_type]

[Ah, she misses her soldiers at home. She knew she could turn her back on them.]

Oh, I do a fair amount of it. [That said neutrally.] Let's go to the lab. Before you get skittish on me, it doubles as an infirmary.

[parricida]

So long as you don't stick anything in me, Captain. Though this is something more solve by a shower than a trip to the lab.

[aberrant_type]

No sticking involved, I promise.

[She doesn't comment on the shower thing, mostly because she doesn't entirely trust he's being truthful. She'd rather check him out herself and judge.

So she takes his shoulder and tries to draw him up - gently.]

So. What happened to the bounty?