"You say that as if we don't make a whole lot in the Federation. I bet if you put just a few seasons' money of both mech battling and boxing aside, you could easily retire into a pretty comfortable life right after that. But you said you were in it for something else, didn't you?" the formerly masked pilot asked as he took a seat at the bar.<br/><br/>A blonde bartender who looked even younger than Jillian then came over to get their orders, smiling hospitably and addressing Montresor first. "Hey, Monty, is that who I think it is?"<br/><br/>The male pilot smirked and glanced at Jill, finding it amusing how other pilots had to deal with getting recognized all the time. "Sure is, Dana. Get her whatever she wants and get me a merlot."