Ironsides laughs. "Lemme guess, girl. You want to know what the Satrap's doing, right?" She lowers her voice to a near whisper. "See, about half of what he's doing has gone through the Imperial Navy, but the rest of it... Like five dozen people, me included. Don't like how it's cuts into my share, but eh. He's got his reasons, I've heard."<br/><br/>She looks around. "Now, if you're willing, I've got more to talk about, but it can't be in such a public place. Wanna lend your ear?"<br/><br/>And if Noriko agrees, then Ironsides beats the side of the ship with an iron rod. "Oh, new kid. Get the lady something to drink. We've got some business to discuss."