Cal let out a disgruntled cry as her watery beer was knocked into her lap.  She'd been too busy figuring how much she could afford to pay attention to the fight.  She knew Kos would keep her safe.  Setting the mug on the table once more she tried to brush the worst of the drink off her.  As her muscle went to work she looked over to the goateed man.  “Best keep tha seat. He'll put'em down.  Ya be a pilot then?  Lookin' fer work?”