My enigmatic acquaintance wore a respirator, like all humanoids in the wasteland.
Can't survive without one out here. I recalled how one of my tourists took of his respirator for a "breath of fresh air" and then the entire group looked for his nose and ears...
But, Captain's respirator was different.
It seemed to catch the light in such a way that it looked like a perpetual smile.
Tapping it with a finger and pondering, Captain twirled around as if on a ballet stage.
Captain hummed, testing numerous variations of my name.
I just stood there, listening to that endless rant,
wondering how many more variations of my last name there could be.
Noticing my silence, suddenly, Captain hugged me tightly and proclaimed:
"DO NOT WORRY!
CAPTANIA OFFERS JOBS EVEN TO A SAPPY-CHAP OF PITTANCE SUCH AS YOURSELF! WHY, YOU COULD BE ZEE MOST PERFECT CANDIDATE FOR MY NEW SNIPPING DIVISION IN WHICH A POSITION HAS JUST OPENED UP DUE TO UNFORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCES. IS IT NOT KARMA ITSELF THAT BROUGHT YOU TO MY OFFICE, WITH A NAME SO FITTING?"
"Unfortunate circumstances? Karma?"
"FALLING PIANOS DO NOT STRIKE TWICE! OR DO THEY...?"
Captain spoke looking up into the sky, as if expecting something extraordinary to happen there.