Braxton was deep into a nearby network. He was browsing through folders on another's personal computer paying no mind to the gymnastics of the furred creature. Adjusting his obsidian cap that hides locks of the same color underneath them. He thinks about running. Would they really chase him down over a few credits? He was going to try, and game the system here. He had to. His credits were limited after totaling the repairs of his ships into everything. Playing his budget was playing with his way out of this hell hole. If the wrong enforcer came along him, and he had no way off the planet then he was done for. "Uhh right.." The young adult says rubbing a hand sheepishly along the nape of his neck displaying clear nervousness like a perfect actor. Truthfully? He was annoyed, but he knew he had to feign innocence in this situation. Digging deeper into his sheep fleecing as he offers pearly whites in a nervous wreck sort of smile. "Can I start a tab..? I'm waiting for my date, you see - I'll have whatever's on the happy hour, or whatever.. but I was going to pay for all of our drinks before we take off."<br/><br/>When she was leaning against the table in manner that was unappealing to him. Did things have to get to worse? He had blackmail to finish tidying up. "Excuse me, but doesn't settle that things well enough for now..?"