Madigan waves a hand dismissively at the human,<span style="color: olive">"Yah.." </span>she takes a step past him, fairly sure he's military ,  and if she had to guess the Goz he was talking to was as well- or at least they'd both been at some point.  She figures that's a good jumping off point to get this one off her ass and her self just a step closer to some stims.<span style="color: olive"> "Klaxx hired me before hand..arrived a few days ago."</span>she states it all very matter of factly, with this voice that truly believed she didn't owe an ounce of explanation to anyone.  She stops her snooping, looks at the goz, the other human, and the one addressing her.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Jesus fuck you're a jumpy one aren't you junior?" </span>she snorts, crossing her arms and walking over to the strange man. "<span style="color: olive">Klaxx didn't mention me as I was supposed ta' be shipped out on another mission fr' his ass, but decided my ..erm..skill set, would be better utilized here."</span>she cracks her neck  and introduces her self, not extending a hand,<span style="color: olive"> "Lieutenant Madigan Clark..erm.."</span>she stops her self, that habit died hard,<span style="color: olive">"Just....Clark..s'fine."</span>she easily forgets her misstep and continues,<span style="color: olive"> "As ta' why I'm ere,  I just answered the ad to blow some shit up...this is where Klaxx put me.  You got any other questions, fuckin' take it up with him." </span><br/><br/><br/>Normally, she'd hate being questioned like this, but it would behoove her at the moment to play nice, and maybe the other jar-heads would go play nice with each other and she could con the little droid out of some stims.<br/><br/>She looks around to each inhabitant of the small room, and then back to the one questioning her.  She wasn't sure -what- the Goz's offer was, but she could guess..<span style="color: olive">."I think the better question is why the holy fuck are you givin me the third fuckin degree when yr' getting offers like that?" </span>She points to the goz and then laughs, pointing to the med bay,<span style="color: olive"> "An whoever the fuck that guy wanted you to stick it to.." <br/>
</span><br/><br/>She walks to the makeshift door of the med bay and peeks her head in, muttering under her breath,<span style="color: olive"> "Dunno how much more of a written fuckin' invite you need there buzz-cut..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>