Jacee tried to mask her surprise when her ninja companion allowed her to help him up, but managed a smile, "Nah, I'm too cheap to buy. But I suppose you can have something from my stash," She added with a wink. Dimly, her ears picked up the mechanic's critical remark about her ship, "Hey, watch it! I heard that, you know! This ship is well built, any other would have fallen apart during that canyon storm. Get it off the ground... I'll get<span style="font-style: italic">YOU </span>off the ground, ye gammy tube..." She continued muttering, her accent becoming more and more pronounced, as she lead the way up to the common room of her ship.<br/>"Sit." She told the other two as she headed back behind her bar and pulled out a three-fourths full bottle of brandy and three glasses. She poured some into one of the glasses and downed it quickly. It seemed to calm her down, because when she spoke next, her accent was much less pronounced, "Yes, Goggles, business. And if you want in on any of it, you'll watch what you say about Hell's Gate. ... Or those Gorillas from the inn will be the<span style="font-style: italic">least</span>of your worries," Jacee warned him with a scowl as she poured the brandy into the glasses and placing them on a tray. She made to move into the common area, but grabbed the bottle and put that on the tray too, as an afterthought. The way her mood was now; the bottle'd be gone before nightfall.<br/><br/>She handed out the brandy and sat down in an unoccupied chair, "Right. Business. Order one would be this, supposed map of Avalon. I don't have a clue how to tell if it's correct or not, but I've followed leads worse than this and came out fine. Order two- we'll be taking Hell's Gate to Avalon, if Avalon exists. There will be no discussion about this; I'll not leave my ship to rot in some godforsaken port. The last, and most important order of business: Who will be partaking in this little venture. I've already made up my mind to go, as has our assassin friend," She nodded to Shade, "In compensation for assisting me with the repairs of my ship. If you want in, Goggles, I offer you the same deal. Passage aboard Hell's Gate in exchange for your assistance. ... And a quiet mouth about her looks- she's like me: Not too much a looker, but tough as nails," She glowered at the mechanic before settling back into her chair, "Your thoughts, gentlemen?"