Yeah, wholesale slaughter, who doesn't find that to be just a lovely afternoon? Apparently a pink haired chick on a pirate ship. Looking his mask over alittle moroe Jackson didnâ€™t even bother to look up when the person came in to talk to her, though he did hear the important part and sighed. Not as much time as he would have liked, but apparently nothing he could do about the matter.  So with that in mind he gave a shrug before tossing the mask into his bag for the time being and hefting it over his shoulders to follow her out of the room.<br/><br/>It didnâ€™t take him long to figure out the crew had something against him, and he just ground his teeth at the thought of putting a bullet through the next one that pulled something. â€œâ€™Something wrong with your crew? You made it sound like you needed me, they seem to prefer I jump outa the ship without a chute.â€ He pointed out as they made their way back to the loading bay. â€œSpeaking of which, why arenâ€™t you taking your crew with you rather then some random guy?â€