Has'la was sipping his glass of Jack with his new "friend", aka employee, when a woman walked in with a fancy rifle, wearing fancy armor.  He looked her over, though it would take a keen eye to tell the difference between looking over her equipment and the kind of "looking her over" some of the other men in the bar were doing.  [i]They do realize she could kill them without breaking a sweat, right?[/i] he thought.

[b]"You were saying something about this mission of yours?"[/b][@SimplyJohn]

He was interrupted from his thoughts by the man sitting beside him.  "Oh, yeah," he said.  It's in a rad zone, but it's not that rad-heavy any more.  As long as you get inside the ship in less than twenty minutes you want get rad poisoning, and you'd have at least twice that with decent anti-rad chems.  I've got a few shots on hand, though, so you want need to buy your own."  He motioned towards the newcomer.  "If you don't mind," he said, "I'm going to see about hiring another hand to deal with those turrets."

[@Skepic]He got up and walked over to her.  "Hi." he said, a bit nervous.  As heavily armed as she was she was probably a merc or bounty hunter, maybe an anti-raider.  "You looking for work?" He didn't pause very long for her reply out of fear that he'd think he wanted to hire for a more private type of work.  "I only ask because I'm heading out tomorrow to pull some salvage and I could use someone to help protect me as I haul it back."