Darion watched the android as she stood and seemed to watch him a moment.  He had no clue what she was thinking, but he got a chill up his spine.  It probably wasn’t a good thing to have thought about him.  He couldn’t help but be surprised that she sounded almost completely human, and Irish.  Completely different than what he would have thought she would sound like with her completely robotic look. Of course he got a bit unease at her words.  This robot was not one of the ones he had seen in his pilot offers.<span style="color: green">“Cypher… the name doesn’t sound familiar… unless someone hasn’t told me something.  And I don’t recognize you from one of the pilots I saw on the net.  And the ‘cats’ we have on the ship aren’t particularly charming, but put off is easy.”</span><br/><br/>At his own words he actually brought the computer up to his face.<span style="color: green">“Neymi… does the name Cypher sound familiar.  Is that the person who hired us?”</span>He asked into the ship radio as he watched the android lift up the crate.  Probably heavier than all his own gear put together by the size.  He couldn’t help but admit the thread was refreshing.  She wasn’t going to dance around any issue.  Completely strait forward.<span style="color: green">“Maybe a bit of a problem.  I don’t recognize you, or the name you are saying hired you.  So, unless one of my crew confirm who Cypher is, I can’t let you on board.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>