[Center][B]"Aah, hell. I'm bored."[/B][/Center]

Clyde, as usual when off the Nightingale, was scurrying about looking for things that'd catch his interest. He was one for smaller, more trivial tasks rather than big important work. Though open for either if they came about his path. Having more personal spending money usually seemed like a good idea, considering the fact he was never certain of exactly how good their next payoff would be, if there would be one at all. He figured Senth and "E" would be getting some job offers, but would there be enough pay from those jobs for them to split in a worthwhile manner? Possibly so, possibly not. Of course, as long as he was still alive and not hungry, complaining was something he planned to not focus on.

Thinking of where he'd possibly go with all the options open to him, he figured he should just go to a bar. He wasn't planning on drinking much considering the credits he currently had, but a drink or two never hurt anyone, right? He glanced down as he walked, thinking. "I guess that depends... Would some pendejo poison a guy's booze...?" He shook his head, not wanting to think about it. Though it was in his head and didn't plan on leaving, much to his annoyance. "Damn it, now I'm going to be paranoid drinking in any pit around here." He grumbled to himself, deciding to now pass up on the drinks and save it for another day. Maybe he'd pick something up and bring it back to the ship with him. But that was for later, he still had some time to waste before the Nightingale was ready to go; So perhaps he'd just do that. Waste time.

Stopping in front of a building seeming to sell various electronic devices, he glanced in from outside through a window. A small whistle escaped him. "Man, I need to get me another dataslab one of these days. Could really help me find some work while off the ship like this." He commented to himself, recalling the dataslab he had for a short while before joining the crew in the first place; He ended up losing it one night after having a bit too much to drink. He figured someone had swiped it when he wasn't looking, but he wasn't sure. He might have just dropped it on his way home. Though he wouldn't of passed up flying the Nightingale for nearly anything, he knows he kept too focused on flying even when his original crew let him off, and it effected his general skills to where flying was pretty much what he did without much else. Unless a fight was breaking out, as even if he wasn't the most sturdy individual, he wasn't a pansy that'd hide and do nothing while the others fought. 

Of course, if possible, he liked to usually dodge fighting when he could. It equaled less of a chance of dying, which was always good, and made sure he'd be able to head out again as soon as possible due to not being shot or stabbed. A day not having to deal with people who were giant assholes was a good day in his book. 

Clyde chuckled. "Today's been peaceful so far, at least." His eyes widened, and quickly, he looked around. All he saw was a few people walking about and chatting. He sighed in relief, glancing back at the store. "I better watch my mouth before I jinx it..." He grumbled to himself, not trusting his luck when he speaks positively. He decided to move himself away from that topic. "Now then, where are those prices...? Aah, right there. Not as expensive as I thought..."

He was in his own little world, thinking about multiple little things that mattered to nobody but him. His usual way of acting when on his own. 

[Hider=Status][B]Health:[/B] Perfectly fine. Not injured, or hungry.
[B]Feeling:[/B] Bored, and somewhat irritated about not being able to get the thought of poisoned booze out of his head.[/Hider]