Tiny handed the Top-hatted brunette a glass of deep red, before he tapped the bar twice in front of her, the gesture used to tell her how much she owed. he then turned, pouring some bourbon into a small glass, then dropping in some ice cubes, which he handed to a statuesque young woman. "Should've walked in a minute ago; Just announced that the little lady in the blue dress is hiring pilots."<br/><br/>He paused, idly scratching the side of his nose with his thumb, before he smiled faintly. "She's a business tycoon wannabe. Used to be in a few films from Hollywood. From what some of the work crews have said, her ship got into a bit of a scrap; blew at least one engine, and all its guns. Figure she tried to do the Hollywood-Dixie-ISA run and got jumped by the Dirt-humpers in the Collective for not 'sharing the wealth with everyone she passed over'. Damn Commies." He tapped the bar twice in front of the newcomer to his bar, silently telling her to pay the two dollars for the bourbon, plus a suggested tip for the additional information, even if most of it was speculative.<br/><br/>Tiny moved slightly, looking at Fred. "Nah. Not since the Medusas got the snot kicked out of 'em two months ago in Hawai'i. Seems they tried to claimjump the Fortune Hunters."