Strip 800 -- First Seen: 2011-10-11
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Panel 1
In Guy's apartment, in the breakfast nook this time. Pierre is seated at the table, sipping on coffee and reading the news on his personal tablet. Guy is putting on his coat.
Guy: I have some work to do at King's Court.
Guy: The apartment now recognizes you and will unlock the door for you.

Panel 2
Guy straightens his jacket, checks himself out in a mirror in the vestibule while still gabbing at his cousin.
Guy: The kitchen has plenty of food and the AI will answer questions, and cook whatever you want. It will also answer most questions you might have about Ceres and the Belt.
Guy: There are two shopping arcades within walking distance and several good restaurants in the area.

Panel 3
Guy turns and looks back at Pierre still seated at the breakfast nook table, which can be seen down a short hallway from the vestibule with the mirror.
Pierre: Don't worry about me, Cousin, I will be fine.
Pierre: I saw a bar on my way here. I think I will check it out.
Pierre: I think it is a sailor bar. I saw two men entering wearing white bell-bottoms, middies, and sailor caps.

Panel 4
Guy now standing just outside his apartment door, now closed. He is paused, and looking puzzled.
Guy: Sailor bar? Space, or sea?