The man turned to reach for a rather antiquated metal coffee set, though the brewing machine was semi-automated. Semi-, because it needed a punch or two to start dripping the liquid into the container. "So, what is it that you want to know and the Harkonnen won't kill me for letting you know it?" Om...

"Wha...?! Ah." The man almost fell from his suspensor chain, but managed to grab the desk the last moment and pull himself up. He then looked through the dirty window plaz at who was coming over and with a tortured sigh he rose to unlock the door. "It's ye, eh? I kinda figured ye'd not let up on tho...

She heard snoring coming from there. Apparently the semi-official leader of the Dune Men had temporarily succumbed to tiredness.

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"Yes, truly a terrifying proposition" She sips her water

"Let's eat some, eh?" Omri suggested, seeing how others were moving toward partaking in the Fenrings' fare.

"Would ye like them to be extroverted, eh? Flooding ye with wormshit of data whenever they open their mouth?" Omri chuckled. The plight of talkative mentats was all too real.

"That one came with ye, I am sure." Omri took a moment to eat something.

"What do the workers do for entertainment out here? I assume there is some need to blow off steam with such conditions" "We go to bars, or to one of those places run by Rima or the Bewts if there's an occasion. We have some Ixian games and solido at the bases. But the work's hard, and folks come he...

"I'd have to check that." That was probably a fat lie, but the miner was cringing under the gaze of the Harkonnen commander. Omri looked at Addison's lips as she licked them. "Nah, I ken mentat yer not. They have their lips stained all over with that Ecazi drug, sapho, that makes their minds race li...

Addison goes into full data analysis mode, "Do the terrorists primarily target full or empty harvesters? Would you say the Harkonen investigations and security measures cause more, or less production restrictions then the attacks themselves? How do you deal with Shielded terrorists? How do you know...

She smiles "Trust me I understand, I hope we won't disrupt you too much, its mostly comparing the books to actual inventory to make sure the numbers match. Also to track trends. Have you had much disruption from these terrorists lately?" "Ain't to sound willy-wally, but there's been too much. The d...

"I have them, some books, up there in my office." He gestured behind the window in general, likely toward the Shield Wall. "The Harkonnen care of the numbers, heard their mentat's anal about them. Dinnae ken what ye want to find there, but hope it's quick. Rabban won't make it easy for me and my men...

"And how are ye goin' to go about it? Do ye have some plan, some schedule? I'm askin' 'cause I imagine yer goin' to trouble me at some point, and I want to know when the hubbub is comin'."

"... And yet here we are." The man replied after speeches had concluded, having completed the toast with a hearty gulp. "Hope ain't it a waste of time for ye, eh?"

Stepping into the role of her boss, since he seems to have been delayed, Addison takes point for house Londine. Walking up to the ritual she frowns slightly, scanning the crowd before proceeding, attempting to waste as little as possible, even if some waste may be required by the ritual. Addison-Un...

"Behold, as a wild ass in the desert, go I forth to my work.” [/i] Physical information: Sturdy, mostly bald, beard or stubble, eyes tinged with a brush of blue Dressed in striped orange-brown overalls on a stillsuit Expressive scowls and grins, booming voice of a preacher, laugh-happy Official inf...