Some People Call Yall Space Cowboys

Big Bertha looks from one to other before putting down her gun tossing the clever into the table and goes to picking up Rovann by the breeches and jamming a hand into his clothes fishing out credits. Ol Slim find himself picked up by the pants also before being walked to the toes tangling above the floor. Tossed out not to gently from behind you two you can hear Berta before she slams the doors, "Na Geet!" she orders to shoo you away. Meanwhile Jelar looks around picking up on things and has a destination plus additional gossip info.

Doubling back Jelar has enough time to see his crewmates get tossed out before the doors are shut behind them by the lady of the business.

Jelar and Slim pull along their other crewmate to the possible promise of money and meet up with the briefcase carrier without his briefcase. He's all smiles with a few other guys as he looks at the trio.

Dang shame what happened to Spitter, yall the fellers who kill the guy who stabbed him? Helped us out a bit when their boss died.
Surprised none of em came looking for yall to settle up. he admits with a smirk, "Now that's out of the way yall didn't come to see if I was okay most likely. What can I doya fer?" he adds cocking his head eyeing the three of you.

"Simple I had a job to get a case, deliver case and that's it. We stopped by for a bite to eat once we got back on station and people got a little greedy. Case isn't with me anymore. Boss took it since the job was to get it and deliver it to him. Job's done." he states with shrug, "But yall don't seem the super concerned and caring type, yall just want work amirite?" he adds smirking sizing up the trio.

"The briefcase to the boss? Hell if I know anyone else in the Parsec that would want that stuff. Staff well I guess that's one way to talk about would be robbers."

You can tell he's telling the truth from your years of experience, the odd thing that was throwing you off you realize he might be trying to stop himself from dancing and you can tell he's bad at dancing. He's probably happy about the pay form his job he completed.

"I gotta settle up with Ms. B for repairs, maybe see bout last rites for Spitter if he ain't critter food but you boys looking for a job or something that one's done but Mr. Cuddle seems to always have stuff needing done. Sometimes... the pays reaaal gud." he states with a cheesy grin showing off horrible teeth.