Completely unaware of the looming threat of the bounty hunter on their tails, Jacque allowed himself a moment's rest on the galley's couch with his cup of caf, during which he was treated by a brief, yet somewhat amusing show as he witnessed Fixer come from the control room and make his way back towards the lower levels, ranting and raving like a mad man as he went. Jacque gave a small snort of laughter as he watched the droid, though as with many times in the past he found himself unsure of whether he was more amused by Fixer's behavior, or by the droid's strange accent.

Catching sight of Krus, Jacque rose from his seat and moved towards the Neimodian, pausing briefly at the Caf machine again to top off his drink, as well as pour a fresh cup for the older alien. "[b]So, what're we looking at in terms of profits today, Lionen?[/b]" He asked when he get close enough to extend the fresh cup to Krus. Back when he was still a solo act Jacque had more or less learned the ins and outs involved with proper budgeting. But that was back when he was [i]solo[/i]. Jacque was not a businessman; he was a mover. A fairly talented and informed mover, but a mover nonetheless. This was something he accepted. Krus however knew how to run a business, and it was because he knew how to run a business that Jacque found little issue in leaving the budgeting to the alien.