A Harbor of Quiet [Arlette, Bauher]

Bauher had been in the midst of checking around to tidy up when Arlette promptly addended her response. Pausing in his actions and glancing over his shoulder toward the stern woman to give her something of a surprised glance. Canting his head to the side before a lopsided smile crossed his features. "Oh? What happened to not being able to handle the distance and delay in communication?" He ventured with a playful little grin. Standing up straight and walking back over to the woman

"Hmmm, hate to break it to you but things'll be a lot quieter out there. Only thing out there making noise'll be me. Sure that won't bother ya?" He pointed out, but there was another look on his face as he made that little jab, his arms folding across his chest for a moment as he looked at the woman seated infront of him, and that smile of his grew slightly forlorn.

"But, I guess I'd like that. I don't like actual quiet either." He murmured. His voice soft and laced with thoughts that went unmentioned. Eyes that didn't just see Arlette, but seemed a bit lost in either memories or something worse. Sadly, he couldn't just magically fix people like he could machines. Much less himself.

"Shotgun, bye the way."