Deacon nodded and followed the dock master into his office.  Waiting until they'd walked into the office before he'd ask his question he had been wanting to ask.  Sure he'd wanted the information, but he also had another question burning in his mind, just didn't want to ask it on the space port floor.<br/><br/>"Can't believe I let my lists lag this long.  I'd just given up on finding one of those old Browncoat blovkaid runners.  Kept chasing rumors without any results.  It seemed like everyone had a friend who know someone who knew someone who'd seen one of them.  Then the rumors dried up all together, no one had heard anything about wreckages or functioning ships."<br/><br/>It wasn't a direct question, more chuckling shop talk, see if he'd heard any such rumors lately, anything to poke around with during his search.  He was nothing if not persistant.