The man calmed when he was in his chair, instead leaning back and rubbing the side of his head. "Well, turns out that they're expectin' a rather large cargo ship to be liftin' off sometime tomorrow evening. Carryin' all sorts of medical supplies - drugs, y'know? - to some planet or another... Worth a pretty penny! Now, Smith can stop the ship launchin' for a few hours; you go on, grab whatever yeh can, and bring it back here. Give it over, and we might just trust you enough to be talkin' about partnership."<br/><br/>From the corner of her eye she saw Smith glance up and pull a disproving face, but he didn't speak up. Frankly it sounded like a suicide mission, but if she wanted in that much... "I can do my part, I guess... But you know that ship's guarded, don't yeh?" The man waved a hand. "Oh yes, yes, a few guards, a couple of automated turret... I was going to -tell- her all that! She seems sure of herself, anyway... A bold lass. You could do worse..." He grinned crookedly toward Smith, and was rewarded with a small metal nut that cracked into his stomach and made him 'oof'<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>