Cal shook her head.  “Nah.  This piss they call beer killed me appetite fer food.”  A few coins were pulled from her pocket and deftly deposited into the hand of the waitress.  The worn working woman trying to give Kos one last chance as she brushed against him.<br/><br/>The Captain was smiling and there was a bounce in her step.  She had a pilot.  One that could hopefully ensure they'd be able to get past the blockade she'd heard whispers about.  While she still had no idea where she was going and when, if her pa was involved chances were it was illegal.  Looking to Wyatt she cocked her head.  “Ye got a place ta stay?  We be berthed at numbah six-fo.  Yer welcome ta come settle in.  I gots a meetin' 'bout a job in tha mornin'.  Not sure how long 'fore we scoot.”<br/><br/>If it wasn't for the fact that she didn't want to lose a pilot that would fly for eight percent, she'd have told Wyatt to come by in the morning.  It had been a while since she'd had the time and peace for a roll in the sheets with Kos.