Erich looked over at the petite redhead that was nursing a cup of coffee, and, considering how Ranna and Walt had torn her down, the big man decided that he may as well talk to her quietly for a moment or two. Picking up his cigar and ashtray, he walked over to the table Liz was sitting at, and, without a word, sat down opposite her. Quietly, his voice rumbled like rocks tumbling down a slope, just loudly enough for Liz to hear every word. "Don't mind those two, they're just wound up tighter than a Draconis Noble on New Avalon."<br/><br/>Taking a slow drag on his cigar, he leaned back slightly, the chair underneath him creaking slightly due to the shifting of his weight. "Name's Erich. What most of the long-timers here won't tell you is that I'm probably responsible for sending them into, and then dragging them out of, some of the nastiest firefights you can think of that don't involve violations of the Ares Conventions. If you decide to stick around, you'll be stuck reporting to me when in the field, but I have one rule that overrides any other. As long as you come back alive, I'll tolerate just about any stupid shenanigans anyone gets up to when not on duty. I'll still yell and carry on like you're trying to steal my wallet, though."<br/><br/>He chuckled quietly, then waved over the barman, placing thirty C-bills on the table. "Jackson; do me a favour and make sure the young lady has a hot chocolate after her coffee. Make it one without the depth charge."<br/><br/>Getting up, the big man walked over to where Walt was getting his stein refilled. Leaning over just enough to retrieve his half-full bottle of Tiquimbi Dark, Erich growled a short comment to Walt. "Nice introduction; already got one person re-reading the contract to see if she should walk out because you and Ranna tore into her for showing up in a bar having tied one on already."