The new Goz girl didn't seem to make as many comments as the rest did, but he did notice her looking around at each person.  He wandered what she was thinking when looking at each person, but then her look at the Goz hybrid he got a good idea it wasn't anything good.  But then when she looked at him, that grin on her face made him guess that there wasn't anything good planned for him going on in her mind.  Well, at least not good for keeping everything professional on during the trip to the target ship.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“I’m probably as good a choice as anyone.”</span>He said a moment before grinning at her comment about lovely ladies being a distraction.<span style="color: seagreen">“Don’t worry about that.  Once we are on the Chiton, I can ignore distractions.”</span>That much he knew he could do.  The trip to the ship though… that was another matter entirely.<br/><br/>Darion couldn't help but grin a bit at Neymi’s reaction to him being put in charge.  Yup, she was definitely one to lock his door on the ship against.  If he didn't she may sneak in and gut him while he slept.  It was just proving again his first impressions about her.  He let the grin go as she continued, calming down after the anger.<span style="color: seagreen">“Hopefully you decide to listen to any orders I give before I have to change plans to pull you out of some mess you get yourself into.”</span>HE said, knowing his sentiments would be about the same if she had been given command.  She hadn't earned his respect, so he wouldn't have followed her orders either.<br/><br/>He couldn't miss the growling the two goz gave at each other, and let out an annoyed sigh.  He seriously might need to lock those two in a room together and let them get whatever their problem with each other was out of their systems.  Definitely a good idea before they reached the Chiton.<br/><br/>At Trixie’s comment , Darion just looked at her fro a moment before looking away, trying not to imagine watching her ass sway.<span style="color: seagreen">“I try to keep it that way.  Business before pleasure.” </span>This group definitely would make that hard.  Though at her second comment, he just coughed a little bit, trying not to think about that list.  He knew from that that Trixie was likely to try fueling Pleasure before business by the time they were on the Exarch.<br/><br/>Though by the sounds of everything, and people already starting to leave to hed to the ship.  It looked like this meeting was winding down.<span style="color: seagreen">“Ok, everyone meet at the ship.  Once we are underway, have everyone go through an exam with the robot.”</span>Darion said, picking up his helmet from the table and starting to make his way to the door.  He looked back at their employer<span style="color: seagreen">“If you need to add anything else to me separately, I uploaded my personal comm frequency with my account for payment.”</span>That he had done because he had been given command.<br/><br/>As he made his way out of the bar, he made sure to stop by at the bartender and close his tab, as well as buying a couple bottles of rum, and vodka to have delivered to the ship.  They needed something to celebrate with if this mission ended up successful.   That done, he made his way to the ship, remembering to pick up his duffel bag that contained everything he owned besides what he was wearing.<br/><br/>6 minutes after he left the meeting he arrived at the dock, and looked up at the ship.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>