Seeing confusion on Eliza's face, Fractal takes his calm and fun tone of voice to say: "Sorry for the sudden change of behavior, dear. It's just that... You have worked with other 'runners, haven't you? We use to be a kind of... interesting? No, maybe the word is... peculiar people. And as Sam here so rightfully putted on - as no one could put better, since no one is in the same situation - a little rest is needed, and hurrying hurts perfection."
The elf takes the cup of tea and sip of it, quietly savouring for a while. Although he can't pierce the inner motivations of Omar, he can't help but wonder. Before this guys, he never worked more than twice with someone, so he never knew and never thought of another shadowrunner as a "deep" person. Not that they weren't, but how can you tell them? It's not on the job prerogative.
When Eliza talks a little more and leave some space for a reply, Fractal works his words again:
"If you ever want to taste a different wine, you should give me a call. I live nearby and there are times when I lack the proper company. Well, thinking now, this place is quite good for storing bottles... Good temperature and lack of light and everything."
Rumors... Rumors.... Let me see, there's some things going on in the surface, but I don't know if there's something really interesting and worth to talk about. The same dragon still call the shots on the Free Range Zone, and the players are mostly the same....
He tries to remember something worth of note, but aside from the previous jobs, he is having a hard time to remember the happenings in Denver.