<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Quarters, The Line, Outskirts of Mowa, Shadow; then the Bridge<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, Early Afternoon<br/><strong>With:</strong>Keri, Braxton, Lance, Open<br/><br/><strong>"Well, I suppose I could learn to be a decent enough mechanic,"</strong>Phil said. He hoped that Lance realized he wasn't lumping him in with the moniker.<strong>"Spoke a few days ago with Keri about learning to fly the shuttles, too. If I had the time, I could do both."</strong>He gave Isi a friendly elbow before she left.<strong>"Maybe we could both be working for Lance."</strong><br/><br/>The tail end of Cap's sentence piqued his interest though.<strong>"As for going to town, count me in if you need another hand. Not the best driver when it comes to combat or rough terrain, but for a milk run like this in the city? Piece of piss. Of course, I'm probably going to end up just hauling the stuff and not at the wheel. Don't suppose I could make a few stops myself once we're done, though? Hoping Shadow's got a nice little market for some aftermarket equipment that would work nicely with my pistol,"</strong>he said, indicating the Alliance standard-issue sidearm in his hip holster.<br/><br/>Keri's comments to Lance had a similar effect to what she had intended for him on Phil: the smuggler's eyes went about as wide as they had before the whole dinner fiasco when she was wearing the dress. He followed after her on her way to the exit, figuring it would be good to get to work before any more sparks flew.