<div align="center"><strong>-=Griff - Sitting at a table - Oxhorn Saloon - Avalon=-</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/Griff-fromSamantha.jpg)</div>Griff sat quietly at the table as he listened to the man across from him explain what it was that he did for a living.<br/><br/><em>Mechanic. Hmm. I have a mechanic already.... or do I?</em><br/><br/><strong>"Skiffs huh,"</strong>he asked curiously, nodding indifferently as he considered the possibilities. He wasn't letting his guard down around the man by any means, but it wouldn't hurt to feel him out just in case he was legit and Griff found himself in need of another mechanic. Anwar had taken a hit, though it hadn't appeared to be serious. Still, Griff had seen crew members leave over far less.<strong>"Cute."</strong><br/><br/>He glanced over to Small Fry as she chimed in, her presence almost seemed... protective, defiant, challenging the man across from them. He arched a brow before frowning at her presumptuous act in speaking on his behalf... as if she was part of his crew or something. Grabbing her just above the elbow, he pulled her around in front of him as he slid part way out from the table, scooting his chair so that he was sitting an angle.<strong>" 'Small Fry',"</strong>he said as he positioned her between his legs, coaxing her to have a seat on his leg.<strong>"be quiet."</strong><br/><br/>Griff continued his conversation with Kiran, though he held his gaze fast upon 'Small Fry' as he answered the man's question.<strong>"Well, it just so happens that I captain a mid-bulk transport ship. Dragonfly class. I uuuh... transport stuff, and I'm just on my way off this rock."</strong>Glancing back to Kiran now, he posed another question to the man.<strong>"You got any experience working on one?"</strong>He wasn't ready to offer the man a job just yet, there were still things that needed to be sorted and discussed before a job offer would be made.<br/><br/>Glancing once again to the alliance group, Griff turned his gaze to Kaela and the oriental woman, curious to their conversation. Just then, the doors swung open allowing bright rays of light to stab into the saloon, like thick, angry fingers reaching in to snatch out the dark within. Dust particles, illuminated by the rays of light, danced and floated aimlessly as the two Jackals stepped inside, the cute little blond local Griff had seen earlier being escorted inside like property. Griff closed his eyes for a moment and hung his head with a groan of displeasure.<strong>"Ta ma de,"</strong>Griff uttered under his breath as the group of soldiers bellowed in cheerful greeting at Grant's entry. Griff counted the number of soldiers, gauged their positions in relations to the exit and to where Grant and Jackson had moved to the bar. Seven alliance soldiers, plus Grant and Jackson and any others still yet to be revealed, mingled in the with the saloon's patrons, if Abernathy was still in play.<br/><br/>As Grant made his intentions clear for the girl he now new was named Annabel, Griff eased Small Fry from his lap, turned her to face him and gestured towards the door without saying a word. Giving her a discreet nudge in that direction, Griff downed one last shot before corking the bottle again and slowly sliding his chair out more to sand up. Moving towards the bar, Griff positioned himself at the bar so that Grant and Jackson were to his right. He slipped his left hand into his sleeve and palmed the small, two shot derringer, angling his arm so that the barrel was roughly pointed in Grants general direction.<br/><br/>Keeping his gaze straight ahead, he kept an eye on the group of feds behind him, their reflections marred by the old mirror, warped and covered in a thin layer of dust.<strong>"I believe the lady said <em>No</em>,"</strong>he said cooly, his finger on the trigger of the concealed derringer.<strong>"Now, I know you ain't the exactly brightest bulb in the room, but I'm right sure you understand well the meaning of the word no. And If'n ya don't, well... I'd be more than happy to teach you, my ownself."</strong>