Jacque pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard Fixer relay to him over the comms exactly what was broken and to what extent, "[b]Well that's just lovely. Better still he's found our guests...[/b]" he grumbled before removing himself from the chair and making his way towards the door. Upon his exit, Jacque found himself wondering just for a moment precisely why it was that he'd chosen to get back into the smuggling business. He was good at it, sure, but goddamn if it didn't come with it's fair share of troubles. Making his way back into the common area and to the fridge that housed the remedy for his ever increasing headache. From one of the pantries the human produced a glass bottle housing a bottle of scotch, and from another he produced a glass. A bit of rummaging through the fridge brought him a pair of ice cubes, which quickly found themselves followed inside of the glass by two fingers worth of the amber colored soporific.

He titled his head and knocked half of the contents of the glass back, savoring momentarily the numbing sensation on his tongue and the burn of the liquid in his throat as he felt his tension melt away. "[b]What a day.[/b]" He rasped before replacing what he'd drank and putting the bottle away for when it would once more be needed to soothe his frustrations. Jacque removed his comm link from his belt and brought it up to his mouth when he remembered one of the several reasons he'd poured himself a glass in the first place, "[b]Since you mentioned our friends down below I guess it goes without saying that you've met them. I can only guess that means that they've left the cargo hold, if it isn't too much trouble then could you ask them [i]why[/i] they left the cargo hold?[/b]".