The water was boiling, turning off the heater she carefully poured the water into her cup.  Inhaling deeply of the rich, if a bit chemical, aroma.  “Few days.  Pushin' up tha timetable so's can chat wi' some peoples 'bout a job.  Figure a day ta unload tha cargo, tha big man ken take care o' tha.  Ye ken have yer liberty jus'os ye donna be getting' in trouble.  This ain't some backwa'er moon.  Don't want tha local law or tongs lookin' to 'ard at us.”  Blowing on the steaming black ambrosia she took a sip, eyes closing in appreciation.  It was purely a placebo effect and she knew it but the first swallow seemed to help the pounding in her head fade a bit.