"Hold on, what favour is this?" Thorax didn't answer him, gesturing for Handy to follow. Reluctantly, he pushed back his seat and got up, looking between her and Jacques. He was too defeated to summon up any emotion about the situation beyond passing guilt and an inkling of indignation. "Wait damn it, I was going to be take him to the merchant's quarter harbour master! We finally have that lead we were looking for."