poe couldn’t think of a WORSE time to be interrupted than when running through various checklists to ensure the airworthiness of his ship, hence the rather ABRUPT nature of his tone. he says it without paying much mind to whoever it is trying to talk to him; he believes he has BETTER things to do than sit idly && hold a conversation with someone.
“You might want to hear this out.”
There didn’t seem to be a time to be able to talk to anyone here, which was certainly understandable under the circumstances. Thus, Richard didn’t seem at all put off by the tone used by the pilot, but he had a message to deliver and it was best heard with the fullest of attention.
The people that usually come into the cantina are often a bad target for bumming a free meal off of – barely have enough money for their own, let alone sharing. But this guy — Lucky’s got a good feeling.
He doesn’t approach right away though, watches from a distance, head cocked, trying to get a slight puppy eyed look going ( soften the target up before he strikes ).
He feels eyes linger on his person as he bites into his meal, and turns to glance at his watcher; a lone dog. The nature of the animal doesn’t have him tensing up in alertness, though he can’t help but wonder what was such an animal doing out here so far away from it’s usual habitat, or galaxy as it were.
Richard’s reminded of Cosmo then, though they were clearly different. Or at least it seems that way as of now. He jerks his head back slightly, perhaps as an indication without words to beckon the canine to come closer.
What is before him is a scene unfolding from nightmares, (but not his, his are much worse,) it’s about to blow up into a war zone soon enough, and diffusing the situation is impossible, not when the blaze of laser and cannon fire shakes the very ground his feet touch. Impossibly, his eye catches sight of a woman whose mere presence is an anomaly on a battlefield like this (but she very well could be somebody — he doesn’t know, not yet anyway,) so he treats her as a bystander, one caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Adrenaline pumping in his blood, Richard flies in, presses gravity close, warping stray energy blasts that would hit the stranger away.
