"Shanghai you? Shanghai? Who in the fuck said anything about shanghaiing anyone? Certainly not me, I was stupid enough to compliment your musicianship, to which you felt the need to put on airs, when everybody knows that a fuckin fiddle and a violin are two different names for the same fuckin' instrument, it's only the music produced from them that defines the difference. And if you'll excuse me, I didn't classify what you were producing as classically trained violin music, but I was still nice enough to go and buy you a drink. THEN I tried to offer you a job in an attempt to help you out of what ever predicament you've recently found yourself and you've got the gall to accuse me of trying to shanghai you???! Someone should probably teach you some manners young lady, because where I come from that is called RUDE!" Heck shot back, his face was contorted with disgust as he faked being insulted. The truth was she actually called him in his lie about the ship and his misappropriation of the truth in the nature of his cargo, but he wasn't about to let her know about it.<br/><br/>Heck slugged down the rest of his comet wine, it gave him the precious few seconds he'd need to come up with his next con. "...And then after all of that you still have nerve to want a trial run? You've got to be kidding me....Look sweetie, You aren't the only navigator on this space station, and from your comments you certainly aren't even close to a skilled one, I was trying to be nice and offer you a job, but if this is the sort of personality that comes along with it....YOU CAN JUST FORGET I EVER ASKED IN THE FIRST PLACE! My crew and I will find someone else, someone with at least a modicum of respect anyway." Heck said and stood up from the bar table as if to walk away. It was an old used-spacecraft salesman's trick, if there was any interest at all, the rube would pipe right up and then you'd have the upper hand in negotiations.