Cal was already focused on the task ahead, missing the interaction between Kos and Ari.  Directing the man on where to put the crates she started to inspect them, making sure all of the transport stickers and seals were intact.  Though that didn't keep her from watching the big man's body as he worked.  She could happily spend all day watching the muscles play under his skin.  Though she'd much rather do other things with that body of his.<br/><br/>Smiling like a cat watching a canary she gave a shrug of her shoulders to the question.  “Once tha pick up is done...food.  Drink.  Sex.  There be a bar tha' be a fav'rite o' stick jockeys.  Figured might be findin' a pilot o' a decent roll in tha' sack.”  She never asked.  Cal would always leave the invitation open or simply let Kos know in a rather physical manner that he was wanted in her bed.  “Ye ken clean up if'n ye want.  They's bringin' muscle fer unloadin'.”