Despite the rank atmosphere of the cantina and the people it attracted, Jenn felt comfortable with her surroundings. She had lived in Persephone before she met the Captain, before they escaped the banality of doing the same thing every day, no change of pace, people, or scenery, and set off on their own in their firefly. She knew how to carry herself in such a place. Jenn ignored the rogue stares they received when they entered, knowing she and the captain looked less disheveled than most of the rest of the patrons.<br/><br/>Including the corpulent, odorous man who waved them over to a table.<br/><br/>Jenn remained silent as Xev confronted Skyes, her suspicions returning that she felt earlier. She found her eyes gazing at the companion sitting at the bar, and wondered if she was actually seeing through the girl's clothing, or if she was just fabricating a more-than-welcome visual. Jenn at once felt drawn to her and despised her, noting that the girl didn't even flinch as the fat man was slammed down into his seat, which splintered underneath his weight. Xev might have been slim, but he sure couldn't be labeled "skinny" with his brawniness.<br/><br/>Jenn followed him off to the side where they were less noticeable. She sat down on a dilapidated chair and opened their bag of coin, maneuvering it in her hands to make sure it was the amount they agreed upon. Jenn wouldn't dare empty the bag out and count the coins individually with a crowd of people surrounding her. When she was content with her judgment, she looked up at the captain.<br/><br/>Jenn spoke in a low but angry voice,"What the fuck is he thinking? Gimme the missive again. I don't remember seeing this part about kidnapping on it. He's paying us to hold her captive, not to kidnap her too. There needs to be another fee for this."<br/><br/>Xev handed her the parchment. Of course, she couldn't translate the whole thing, which Jenn would blame on the handwriting. Chinese was a common language, but that didn't mean everyone was fluent in it - which is what their employer had probably depended on. Jenn leaned her elbow on the table in a small pile of ash, and rested her forehead on her hand, concentrating again on the missive. She shoved it back towards the captain.<br/><br/>"I can't understand half that shit. He's gonna fucking pay for this."