"I've played quite a few games of chance.  I find it easier to play the race at their own game."  On Anisa's side of the table was an 8, although what was in her hand was a mystery.  "But games of chance tell many things to the observant.  You just have to know what you're looking for.  After all, I can already see you're the type who takes chances, otherwise you wouldn't have come here, nor would you have taken the cards." Handing Darion a card, it was a 5 of clubs.  "Well, i'd like to think so anyway.  It might just be a game to pass the time."<br/><br/>Flipping up the side of her own card, she smiled, and looked back up to him, eyes still covered by the goggles.  "A pilot, huh.  Well, I am on RnR, so its not like I have anything planned for a few years.  But there are stipulations to my going with you.  Nothing major, just things you'd need to know.  The first thing is a food source.  I don't need much, but one or potentially all of your crew needs to be willing to feed me at least once a week.  Anything beyond that and my rationality goes out the window and I can't tell you what i'll do.  The second is... I may have things to do;  I should be able to get them done on my own time, but there is always that off chance.  Beyond that, I only ask 10% of the payment, equal shares if I take on a combat or active roll in the mission."<br/><br/>Smiling, her sharp teeth were on display.  "Or, we could risk everything on the hand.  If you win, you get me without all those pesky stipulations, just have to keep me feed.  But if I win, I get your ship to do with as I please."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>