"He's smart, y'know. Went to some University on the other side of the world, got a doct'rate... Real smart. He's the brains, I'm the brawn; we got all we need, see? But I'll see what 'e reckons anyway, guess it can't hurt." He shrugged a bit, and turned to talk with her. For the most part, the brute seemed amiable enough, if a little closed off. "He's a nice guy but... Eh... Defensive. Don' like strangers, and very security conscious. It's how we do so well, I guess, but it don't appeal to me so very much. Still... We do well, together. Ain't many on this station I'd trust, he's one of the few."<br/><br/>The man turned into a small alley, which lead to a maintenance hatch. He pulled it up and started clambering dow. After a few rungs he stopped, and thumped his shoulder back to send a small panel crashing inward, revealing a small floor space which he barely, just barely, managed to crawl into. It was barely as tall as he was wide, so it was quite a feat for him to slither forward the short distance to where it opened out in a series of small tunnels. They were once used for smugglers to get around quickly, and didn't look very 'finished'; wires and pipes lined the walls, many of them bared. Still... Noone else could get in.<br/><br/>"Put the panel back, will yeh? And, even if we don't let yeh stay, yer can't tell a sole bout this place."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>