[ Apollo appears only a few minutes later with a harried expression and his communicator in his hands. This has not been a good day. Still, he summons a weary smile as he strides towards the bar, reaching out to clap Alex on the shoulder as he approaches. ]
Hey, sailor. [ Then with as much bright, breeziness as he can muster this morning: ] I'm not going to like this story, am I?
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Hey, sailor. [ Then with as much bright, breeziness as he can muster this morning: ] I'm not going to like this story, am I?