The nun allowed her eyebrow to raise ever so slightly at the uppity merc.  She was used to that particular type of firebrand,  loud mouth and opinionated.  They hid emotional instability behind a barrage of insults and a barrel of a very large phallic object. She had to repress a soft giggle.   Truth be told,  they were her favorite type of people, because they made damn good clientele, as they were generally willing to pay high prices for whatever the newest, biggest, and shiniest replacement penis was tossed onto the market.   So,  she found herself comfortable around the firecracker of an Asian.<br/><br/>She grinned as they made their way off the ship,  she had grown used to the distinct smell of these trading 'towns.'  She enjoyed it immensely,  beer,  the scent of discharged firearms,  sweat,  and other less then savory things assaulted her senses.  To some,  it might have been repugnant...  but to the gunrunner turned nun,  then gunrunner again,  that particular stench was the smell of profits.  Cold hard cash!  Which could be used to fill the coffers,  and...  well,  maybe just line her coin purse.  Everyone needed a little bit of money...  Right?  She inhaled deeply once more and then gave the other sister a quick nod.  "Course, y'all won't mind sitting back for a while..."  She said cracking her knuckles.  "They're a bit...  touchy and I'm sure they'd be more relaxed if only one of us showed up to the meeting."