Smith tossed the bag hard into the old guys gut, stunning him briefly, before catching the mans attention by having him peel the bag open and peer inside, rifling through the stolen goods. "This is Senti; she ain't just a broad I've banged, either. She wants in... Wants to be our partner." He shrugged, stepping past Smith and into the small series of rooms beyond. It was hardly the high life, but they had a bed each, running water, some old chairs and a few computer terminals wired up to the Daedulus mainframe. It had everything they needed, and was more comfortable than most in this part of the monstrous ship was.<br/><br/>Sammy hopped in front of her, barring the door with what little of his frame there was and pulling himself up to his fullest height. "Why do we need youuu, huh? I can tell why you need us - young lady, all on your own... look too clean to be used to the streets. But what do -you- give -us-?" He scrunched up his eyes and peered heavily at her, curiously.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>