"I do not know about new recruits," Parcival chimes in from a few seats down, overhearing the conversation between the girls. "But I /was/ told this place is a favorite haven for mercenary groups looking for single pilots, rather than entire lances or companies, to add to their rosters." He takes another sip from his beer, thinking this over. "Actually, the person who pointed me here /did/ introduce himself as 'Perkins' - but that is such a commons-and-gardens name I would consider it highly unlikely to have been the same 'Perkins.'"