"Oh, so I'm<em>that</em>Francis, what kind of Francis am I anyway, lil lady?" he smiled, ignoring the tender, as he leaned in a little, the alcohol starting to take effect.  At least he hoped it was alcohol... it still looked way to much like the coolant that the techs would pump into ships though... but he drank it anyway, knowing it would be in his system for quite a while.  But hell, he was big and dumb, what do I care, he thought.<br/><br/>The card player had stepped up to get her a drink and he gave her a quick once over... He was confidant he could take her, but she looked like she might know a thing or two about fighting herself... maybe not.  Play it safe Francis, you never know what ya gonna get.<br/><br/>The docking chimes and warning went off, Francis sighed and set down his cup. He threw a couple sticks on the bar and stood.<br/><br/>"Well, lil lady, Ahm afraid that is my cue.  Hows about one o' them Rainy Checks on that daincin'?" He smiled at her again and headed for the bay.  He thought about his gear and kicked one of the infoterminals to life.  Pressing a few keys he got it his gear checked to be loaded aboard the Castille.  "Whe-elp, time to meet the Cap'n."  and on he walked.