<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/w91b8hb.png)</div>Dunn proffered an odd little wave at Nyxus as he entered the cantina, dragging his unlucky bounty behind him; he was half certain he should not be waving in this particular situation, but the brandy had loosened him up just enough to be half certain that he didn't entirely care. He watched as the bartender grinned wolfishly, matching the ugly pig's face to the bounty in front of him and paying out the hunter. A lone hauler droid teetered out of a room somewhere behind the bar and seized Dagda by the arm and pulled him back into the darkness, likely to await pickup by the sector's COMPNOR agents. As Nyxus took the glass and drained it, Dunn motioned towards the bottle, took a sip from his glass, and then pushed the mostly-full cup away from himself.<br/><br/>"It's not a good day for me yet Nyx," he grumbled playfully, still smiling. "As soon as the<em>Dianoga</em>is above the cloud cover and I can take off these damp clothes,<strong>that's</strong>when it'll be a good day for me." He shrugged, more a sign of his discomfort than a reaction to anything, and shot an eye over to the rowdy bunch in the corner. Ever since he'd entered the cantina, they'd been over there, shouting drunkenly and shooting at a stack of bottles on the shelves. The periodic thrumming sound of stun bolts had put Dunn on edge almost immediately; inside his poncho, his hand rested idly on the junky little ion pistol holstered on his belt. Dunn had never really felt comfortable carrying a real blaster openly, and ever since the Republic had become the Empire, he found it was a lot harder to justify a blaster rifle. Sure, the ion blast might not be as strong or reliable as a blaster, but damn if they don't sting if you take one to the face, and that was enough for Dunn. Besides, the rest was why he kept people like Nyx around in the first place. He tore his glance away from the group, deciding that the growing signs of agitation he saw from their corner were not his best interest, and turned back to Farradin and Shard.<br/><br/>"Great to hear that we're not going to bleed to death any time soon," he joked in Shard's direction, then followed up more sincerely. "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. 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?"