Jacee kept a carefully blank face as he babbled on about his purpose with her, thankful for probably the first time in her life for Auntie Jane's strict lessons on such things. She couldn't help but bristle though, at his criticism of Hell's Gate, "Actually," She said crisply, "Hell's Gate is not from any kind of manufacturer; I built her myself. The engine is, perhaps, a bit old, and it does bugger up in the wrong conditions, but that's mostly due to me. She's certainly no rustbucket, and I'll have you know that while new parts are indeed expensive, I can re-fab old ones in less than a weeks time. Depending on what I get, I might just build a knew engine altogether... It's about time, anyway."<br/><br/>She tossed back the rest of her drink and smirked at him, staring him dead in the eye, "So, in other words, either I join your crew or what? You shanghai me? And it was a navvy you were looking for?" She couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it, "Bloody hell, mate, you and your lot must be the unluckiest shanghaiers in the cosmos: I cant navigate worth a damn. So as much as I'd<span style="font-style: italic">love</span>to help you haul your illegal goods-- oh don't give me that look, I know what<span style="font-style: italic">sensitive cargo</span>is, I'm no wee lamb-- you'll have to try somewhere else. Unless you'd like to take me on for a week or two for a trial run? I'd be more than happy to prove that there's no one worse in the entirety of the galaxy at navigation than I."<br/><br/>Sales pitches. Thank you, Auntie Jane. Although, Jacee had to admit, she'd never used these skills to try and get someone to<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>hire her. She tipped her head to the side, studying her companion, the amused and almost pitying light in her eyes refusing to leave.