Jacee raised an eyebrow at the man as he vaulted over the counter. She glanced around at the two men, "Hey. You two gorillas mind keeping it down?" She turned her gaze to the bartender, who still looked a little rattled, "Could I by chance borrow a pen and some paper? My associate is late, I would like to leave a note telling her that I've moved ahead."<br/><br/>Jacee nodded her thanks and scrawled a quick note:<span style="font-style: italic"> Hey, Goggles, if you're still interested in our discussion, I'm willing to cut a deal with you. You can find me at the airship port, dock #5. <br/><span style="font-weight: bold">JCA</span></span><br/><br/>She downed the last of her drink and stood, returning the pen and the rest of the small notepad to the bartender. Jacee walked casually to the table where she'd seen the mechanic sitting when she'd entered. She paused, addressing the pair who where still seated there, "When this little problem," she jerked her head to the two men who had caused such a fuss, "blows over, make sure your friend gets this." She slid the note over to them, then tugged her cap down briefly to them- sort of a Jacee Allen salute- before turning to head for the doors, "Ciao."