Jericho shakes his head, sighing lightly, then pointing outside"See that snow you waltzed in here through, that is going to get much worse, even the lowest scum in this bar wouldn't snatch you and try to get you off this planet right now." he speaks bluntly, slightly annoyed. He rolls his eyes figuring she wouldn't listen as he takes out a powered tool, making adjustments to his prosthetic. After a few adjustments his eye catches the small bug bot, growling little as he looks to its owner,  then to the reptilian women, colorful crowd for this place, he thought."So barkeep...i hear tell of work that needs doing...any chance i could get pointed to needs it done?" he speaks to the bartender, but keeps his eyes on the bar, watching reactions, seeing who else was interested in the prospect.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>