Adam laughs.  "As long as he is our tool.  If he commands a squad of Justicar Troopers..." Adam looks back at Dawn knowingly.  Adam then takes a softer look to his features.  "We seem to be both running from our pasts.  More like I am trying to break the mold my parents set for me..." he chuckled dryly.<br/><br/>Adam looked back through the open swing style doors of the bar and noticed that things were just under control still.  Risa was causing quite the stir as Adam shook his head and returned his gaze to the street.<br/><br/>Adam bumped shoulders with Dawn and said to her in a whisper of confidence.  "What do you plan to do with you share of the money?"  He enjoyed Dawn.  If the damned Navy wanted to complain about her and the amount of alcohol she consumed on her off time, then their loss.  They had a damned good pilot and that was all that mattered.<br/><br/>Tossing his cigar to the ground, he adjust his outside arm so that his blaster settles to his side, at the ready.  Adam continues to observe any and all passers by.