"Oh, quit your pussy-achin'.  It's terrible gin anyways."<br/><br/>Even in the shade, it was a damnable hot day.  Summers on Persephone were hard enough as it was without the sun bringing sweat and heat down on the rusted hunk of metal the pair sat in.   He sniffled a bit, taking out a dirty but serviceable rag from his back pocket and using it to dab at his sweaty face.  He listened as Jenn went over the note, her pretty face scrunching up in the way Xev liked when she was studying something.  There was something to be said about a woman making her features all raisin like when she was thinking hard about something.<br/><br/>It brought a faint smirk to the captain's face.<br/><br/>"People can pay a lot of money for companions it seems and I don't give a fuck why they want her, I just want the money.  So McGrubby's, huh?"<br/><br/>He knew the dive: right dusty and downright nasty place for out of work freighter pilots and down on their luck yokels.  He had been there more than enough times to know that going unarmed was a damned invitation to trouble.<br/><br/>He nodded a bit and took the missive from Jenn, folding it up and sticking it back in his pocket.<br/><br/>"Alright then.  Let's close the ship up and head down here.  No pistols but make sure you bring that collapsible sword you used back on Santo.  They might not suspected it."<br/><br/>He grinned a bit wider and slapped Jen hard on the thigh before standing up.<br/><br/>"I still remember the way you took that thug's nose off.  Best hope we don't have to have a repeat performance tonight."