Cal looked to Kos and then back at the chatting women.  Clapping her hands to get their attention she made a broad gesture once she had it.  “On or off?  Ain't go' all night.”  The main loading doors were open, the smells and sounds of the docks drifting in.  Both equally loud and disturbing.  Yet so very familiar.  Letting them make their decision she smiled to Kos and gestured for him to help her.  The crates that had been secured for transport needed to be brought to brought to the middle of the bay and inspected.  “Need real food, me'be a drink.  Ye wanna come wi' a'er we're done 'ere?”