Trixie had been on her way to talk to the droid when the boy stepped into the Commander's private booth.<br/><br/><i>Curious.</i>What in the eighty-three hells would a night worker want with a Zaxian scrub job? And he wasn't the only one... a pretty little human was right on his tail, clearly intent on signing up for the contract. Maybe it was the vodka burning a hole in her belly, but the Camarian was finding herself a lot more intrigued in the commander all of a sudden. Well, in his crew at least.<i> Maybe the view in space won't be so bad after all...</i><br/><br/>With a smirk, the reptilian woman joined the queue, though her eyes were definitely on something other than the captain. And judging by the darkness that had settled into her right eye, she was taking pictures...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>