Adam leaned on the railing, a smile adorned his features as Dawn spoke.  She had the most unique way of taking what he said and breaking it down in that fashion<br/><br/>"No Dawn, that it was not" Adam said as soon as the question was asked.  He scanned the street in front of the bar, finding nobody of interest, his gaze wandered.  "Just making conversation is all..." he trailed off, distracted...<br/><br/>Adam asked himself again for the millionth time why he had left the family business.  He had felt stiffled.  He had wanted to make a go for himself.  Make his own fortune.  As it was, the best Adam could maintain was breaking even and it angered him.  His ambition eluded him however.  His investments had not payed out, so he had found this ship.<br/><br/>"I just want to get what we came here for" Adam said disgustedly.  He was hot and sweaty.  The alcohol that he had finished moments ago still burned his throat.  Adam breathes in the heat of the surrounding air, exhaling slowly.  "Damn, its hot."