Nero glanced into the woman's waistline, taking careful note of the weaponry stashed away there, showing an approving smirk on his face. "Watch your mouth around this one." he mumbled to his partner, keeping a straight face.<br/>Crash pushed his hand up into his own face with a grimace, "Aw fuck, she is armed then. Fine, fine, I'm not in the mood for digging a blade out of my carcass today."<br/><br/>As Mag and Zal passed by the crowd at the bar, Captain Dirk was spewing off a long yarn about one of the crews previous adventures, "And then they made me their god. Such simple tribal creatures. But I'm not one to take glory. Nor am I one to turn down such manners of gratitude after saving their village from the villainous Doctor Gasternoff! He would have enslaved and forced them into slave labor to mine their precious mountain shrines. But thanks to me, Captain Dirk Mansteele, and my quick witted think, I managed to save them from a terrible fate. They gave me eight of their most beautiful females to take to my tent. Now I'm not one to brag. But I will say I did not get much rest that night." he smirked and placed an arm over a knee, sipping from his drafted mix drink.<br/><br/>Nero smiled slightly as Meghain joined them, "Greetings to you as well. I believe you are the one who has agreed to meet us for the interview. Normally our leader, Captain Mansteele over there, would be the one handling this sort of thing. Unfortunately the captain is a bit busy with the group over there so I'll be conducting the application procedure. I'm officer Nero, First Mate to the Captain. Our leader is a very busy hero so I act in his place for situations like this. This here is our pilot, Mister Crash Graves."<br/><br/>Crash nodded and gave a slight wave, still weary of the woman for now. "Nice to meet ya. What's yer name sugar tits?" He glanced at Nero who was giving him a little side look, "Er...I mean...what should we call you by Miss?"<br/><br/>Nero placed the contract forward for her to read over if she wished. "The crew of the Steel Condor is seeking a new recruit. Someone who can handle themselves as well as protect the crew in situations that may be a bit...unpredictable and unforeseen. Someone with a skill set or talents related to-"<br/><br/>"In other words we need someone who can kick ass and fuck people up if it comes down to it." Crash interjected, kicking back in his chair and slipping a toothpick between his teeth to chew on.<br/><br/>"Yes, that." Nero agreed, nodding. He looked back to Meg, "We'll pay a divided share per mission. Before that, you'll be given a small amount of funds to assist you should the crew become separated. We offer you a room for your private quarters and a meal plan while you're aboard our vessel. If you brought a personal vessel, you'll free to attach it on to ours so it'll be at your disposal when you wish."<br/><br/>Crash glanced around the room, taking note of everyone coming and going, "If you survive that long..."<br/>Nero kicked him under the table, making Graves groan out and rub at his shin. Nero smiled quietly at Meg, "Now, if you have any questions, feel free to ask them at any time."<br/>