<div align="center"><strong>-=Griffin Kingston - Captain - Cargo Bay of The Gamble.=-</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/griff-2-headshot.jpg) (http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/Griffabs.jpg)</div>Small Fry's enthusiastic skip carried her to Griff's side as he lead her across the corridor to Dani's room in order to find real clothes for her to wear. He wasn't about to leave her behind on the ship while he took care of business and he wanted her dressed in more than a sheet so as not to draw unwanted attention. That being said, Griff wasn't about to leave the thieving woman unattended in Dani's room.  Dani would be returning soon enough and he didn't want to have on a warpath if something of sentimental importance turned up missing. Crossing his arms over his chest, Griff leaned his shoulder into the door frame, crossing his legs at the ankles as he watched the stowaway dress. She'd flashed him a tentative glance to meet his own, stony expression.<strong>"Apologies for the... inappropriateness of my caution, but I can't have Dani's stuff turn up missing."</strong>He smirked lightly before adding,<strong>"Hurry up. I've got a deadline to make,"</strong>as he glanced at his time piece. He tried to keep his gaze from lingering as she dressed, but he was only partially successful in his endeavor, stealing a glance at her lush, naked curves that stirred long pent up fleshly desires and primal needs.<br/><br/>Her question of whether she could take what she wanted was met with a cold eyes that yelled<em>'no'</em>as loudly as spoken words might have.<strong>"You already have,"</strong>he growled under his breath, turning to storm down the corridor after she was finished dressing. The pent up sexual energy had only exacerbated the effects of her annoying question and chipper attitude. Now he was just in a bad mood.<br/><br/>Now donning his duster, Griff punched the control to lower the loading ramp, his frustration and annoyance growing by the minute as he worked alone in the cargo bay. Glancing up to the stairs that led to the upper level of the ship, he waited for a minute to see if help would come before he grabbed the chain that linked the two captives together, giving it an irritated yank and causing them both to stumble forward. He pulled the tinted glasses from the breast pocket of his duster before slipping them on and glancing back to the stowaway.<strong>"Hurry up, Small Fry,"</strong>he growled scornfully,<strong>"looks like it's just you and me."</strong>Tugging the chain in one hand, he kept his other rested firmly on the grip of his pistol, ready for any trouble that might rear it's ugly head.<strong>"I've got a meeting with a very dangerous man. A man by the name of Abernathy."</strong>The name made the two prisoners gasp and tug against the chains.<strong>"Oh, you know the man,"</strong>he asked sarcastically.<strong>"Good, then we can forgo introductions and get straight to business... after I collect my payment."</strong>Leading them by the chain, Griff moved down the ramp, stirring up a miniature dust storm when his boot finally touched the surface of the planet.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/Griff.png)</div>