"We have that in common, lieutenant," Brask observed cheerfully. "Though I suspect your customers are less sensitive than mine."
His left hand dipped into the breast pocket of his jacket and retrieved a slip of high quality flimsiplast. He offered this to Gardoona with a little bow.
"My card."
ADMAR BRASK
Bespoke and fitted apparel for the discerning being.
Brask smiled at the engineer wondering whether his name would seem familiar to her. Perhaps it was still visible above the door of his old shop, faded but still proud.
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