Trixie was at the bar when the Android walked in to the Cluster, drawing a wave of snickers and feral glances from the bounty hunters and shippers that frequented the place. Hell, she would be lying if she said that she didnt give the boy an appreciative once-over herself... though she refrained from the lewd cat-calls that her most recent drinking buddies were sending the felllow's way.<br/><br/>Mostly.<br/><br/>She'd been drinking at the cluster for about three hours when the ad went up, and she still hadnt decided if she should apply or not. It had been a week since her last job, and money was getting tight... but derelicts meant space, and space was damned cold. At least on the world ship the environment was carefully modulated, and she could always drink away any cold spells she might feel.<br/><br/>It was a hard choice. She could take the job now, and restock her wallet... or she could drink away her remaining creds, hold out for a better job, and ogle the eye candy that came into the bar to make their own sales. Hell, maybe she would see how much the droid charged and throw her creds his way.<br/><br/>She sure as hell couldn't do that on a derelict...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>