"Yeah, hellooooo, only the biggest on-world trans-shipments of Dust, okay?  The great and mighty Kuata makes his creds by robbing poor unfortunate souls of their hard-earned drugs and selling them to others at a two thousand percent markup."<br/><br/>The girl tries to shrink even further away, but she's already against the wall, biting her lower lip cutely, hands out to her sides as if trying to find a handhold or door or something.<br/><br/>"I mean, that and the illegal arms shipments.  'Course, it's on the manifest as farm equipment.  Why the fuck would anybody blow up farm equipment?  Think about it!"