<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/w91b8hb.png)</div>Dunn couldn't help but smile as his hand moved away from the ion pistol. Luck certainly seemed to be on the<em>Dianoga's</em>side recently, and stumbling into more crew members, instead of tracking them down, was a nice change of pace. He gave Shard a playful shrug, and turned to the Mirialan and waved her over to the last open seat at the table.<br/><br/>"She seems like she's got guts," he said to Shard, mocking a whispered tone. "Dunno if she's<em>Dianoga</em>material. What do you think, brandy?" He pushed his own glass towards the empty seat. Surveying the corpse of the Houk, and the frown of the Devaronian barkeep, Dunn scratched the stubble on his chin. Finally directing his attention towards the gun-toting gambler, he spoke. "You're handy with a gun, kiddo, but do you have any experience as a spacer? I'm talking fringer life type stuff, long hauls in an old freighter. It's not that we wouldn't love to have you, I just want to know if I'm settling in for a long term investment or a passenger fare. Nothing personal, y'know?"