He was looking over the reports sent to the readout on his chair, usually he would walk by and see how his crew was doing first hand, however today he was in a good mood and didn't want to interfere with them. They were skilled, all ex Imperial military seeking a better paycheck, and well versed so he didn't like to hover over them. They had their duties, he had his.<br/><br/>He was starting to look over the Nav Charts, hoping to find a route that would offer them some good hunting. His commlink came alive as he looked at the holo-projection of the Femme Fatale in the ship in front of them. He listened to her words and rolled his eyes at her comments. Always the tease it seemed, meant she was in a good mood.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"It was good, though I feel we need to find either money or food, both would be nice. I would hate to dig into those ration packs if I can avoid it. Lived on them long enough in my life."</span>He teased back.<br/><br/>He studied the map and made note of it comparing it to what he was thinking. It was one that he had considered earlier but decided against, or at least moved it down further on the list. He had a feeling that she felt something about it and figured it was a good a choice as any.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"It could work, might get lucky and get some freelance vessels helping haul cargo. Might get really lucky and find ourselves a nice Munitions Convoy. Could always use more explosives."</span><br/><br/>Nods again in agreement and passes the information to his helm officer.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Indeed, maybe even food as well. Might even get more of those food pouches you <span style="font-style: italic">just love</span>."</span>He returns his wink to Kards.