<div class="floatleft">(http://orig05.deviantart.net/fb07/f/2013/081/3/8/girl_by_bcnyart-d5yxxss.jpg)</div><em>"Great to hear that we're not going to bleed to death any time soon. Thank you for taking care of that, I swear, this rain will be the death of me. If I had to take even one more trip back to that supplier, I would have just walked out into that wild blue ocean."</em><br/><br/>Shard smiled back at Dunn. "No worries, boss."<br/><br/><em>"Either of you two catch any other takers for employment while you were out? I'm thinking if we ace this job, we spring for a hauler droid. Maybe if we've got some play money, we drop some creds on a new navicomputer?"</em><br/><br/>Shard shook her head. "Nope. People don't seem too keen on flying with me." She turned around on her chair and rested her elbows on the table behind her. As the game of... using-blasters-while-inebriated concluded, she tilted her head back towards Dunn and gestured towards the crowd of violent drunks with an open hand. "What about the Houk? He'll probably need credits after the Mirialan is done cleaning him out. And couldn't hurt for Nyx to have someone to vent excess aggression hormones with." She paused as she looked over the bulky alien again. "Although the contents of the cargo bay might not survive the two of them sparring."