Ran seems to warm up a little bit under the freindly jibes, going into his usual next round of angry sarcasm.<br/><br/>"Yeah, if you insist little missy, I'm just saying that out here on the rim, things don't end up quite so pretty and above the table as they do in the central worlds; you'd be suprised how uncivilized people can get this deep in the black; if you don't watch your back someone will put a knife into it."<br/><br/>"So will you be taking care of the contact for us, or are you going to leave it to us plebian thugs to hit it until we get some work?"<br/>Ran slings his bag over his shoulder, intending to restock some of his medical supplies on Persephone if he gets the chance, or at least use the supplies he has to do some good.  He makes his way to the exit, making ready to pester the captain as well.<br/><br/>"So I assume I'll be bringing the gift of my bad attitude and irrational speculation to the meeting, (Ran's tone becomes a good deal more sarcastic) Why, we might as well not even bring any weapons along, after all, wouldn't want to offend such peaceful and<em>civilized</em>people with such connections in the almighty companion's guild."