<div align="center"><strong>-=Anwar, Mechanical Engineer - In the salvage yard of Cast-Offs, working=-</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu156/rage0976/RP%20Characters/jensen_ackles_07.jpg)</div>Anwar had been working on the ship for hours, simply getting lost in the hum of the equipment he had been using to salvage parts from it.  The old rust bucket was far beyond every being spaceworthy again, but it did still have plenty of good components that could be stripped and sold off.  He hadn't initially seen Jack approaching with the stranger, so he simply kept on working.  After Jack shouted to him a couple of times, he finally heard, looking up to see the 'kill' signal.  Pursing his lips gently, he muttered under his breath.  "<em>Ta Ma De Hun Dan</em>, what the hell is it now?"  Doing as instructed, he hit the kill switch on the cutter he had been working with and set it aside, waiting for them to approach, though making no move toward them.  If they wanted him for something, they would come to him.<br/><br/><strong>“Anwar,” Griff muttered. "What the hell kinda name is that?"</strong><br/><br/><br/>Hearing Griff's question as they approached, he cocked an eyebrow slightly.  "It's the kind of name that makes a<em>ben tian sheng de yi dui rou</em>ask that kind of question.  Or maybe my parents' sense of humor wasn't as grand as they thought it was."  The young man stood about as tall as Griff, though he was a bit smaller in built.  He wasn't skinny by any means, though, or even slender, but well toned, having had the dark gray jumpsuit he wore pulled down and tied at his waist, with a gray tanktop covering his torso.  He also quite obviously had a bit of an attitude, but his work quality and ethic couldn't be disputed, which was likely the only reason Jack gave him a job to do from time to time.<br/><br/>"Is there somethin' I can do for you, of did you just come to admire my pretty face?  Kind of busy here."  He was straight to the point, obviously not one for exchanging pleasantries.  Raising a hand, he let a pair of light, steely blue eyes study the newcomer for a moment, his fingers running through the short dark hair atop his head as he clenched his jaw in concentration, as if trying to determine whether the man might be a threat or not.  For all he knew, it could be some sort of Alliance agent coming around to find him.  Wouldn't be the first time they nearly caught up to him, though none had gotten this close yet.<br/><br/>The guy who had approached with Jack looked to be a seasoned veteran, and likely wouldn't be an easy fight if that's what he was here for.  He always tried to keep an open mind, though, and so didn't look like he was ready to bolt or pounce just yet, instead maintaining a cool, calm demeanor.  Looking from Griff, he turned his eyes back to Jack expectantly, waiting for some explanation as to why he was bringing someone out here and interrupting his work.  "Chop chop," he said.  "Clock's tickin'."  Patience apparently wasn't one of his virtues either.  It was quickly becoming apparent the young man might prove to be a bit standoffish, and a bit of a pain in the ass to deal with.<br/><br/>There was a certain feeling of confidence about him as well, though.  And from the way he'd been handling the cutter, carefully extracting only the good components, he knew his way around tools.  He also obviously took pride in his work, sometimes perhaps to the point of being a bit arrogant about it.  Then again, given Griff's motley crew, this Anwar kid would likely fit right in with the rest of them, provided he didn't make them want to kill him within the first twenty-four hours...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>* Ta Ma De Hun Dan/Mother-humping son of a bitch<br/>* Ben Tian Sheng De Yi Dui Rou/Stupid inbred stack of meat