<div align="center"><strong>-= Lex Rake, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone =-</strong></div><br/>The sound of the other man clearing his throat was not unexpected, but it was pleasantly surprising. Lex had been aware of the other man, and also aware that he had been keeping his distance. Ever since he had sent his attackers running, he knew that he was being followed, he just didn't know why. It seemed that he was about to find out.<br/><br/>He turned his head to look at the other man as he introduced himself with an extended hand. Lex was usually pretty good at identifying where someone was from by the way they spoke and adjusting his own speech accordingly, but with McPherson, there was no way to know for sure. The man's dialect mixed too many different influences. With an internal shrug, he reached out and grasped the man's hand, shaking it once.<br/><br/>"Lex Rake. Yes, I'm here for<em>The Gamble</em>. I've had just about enough of this planet for a while." He let his mouth twist up in a half-smile. He wasn't trying to flirt, he was just being friendly.<br/><br/>The sound of the ship's hull seal being broken and the door starting to open suddenly reverberated through the docking bay. Lex looked over to the ship and saw the huge metal plate begin to descend. He stood and moved a short distance away, not wanting to be too close when it hit the ground.<br/><br/>"She's a fine ship. I've been with her for about three months now. I was just on Persephone for a brief engagement, and I'm looking forward to seeing the crew again." It was simple conversation to cover the wait for the door to open. "How about yourself? Flown with her before?"