Beth listened to the rest of the conversation. She too would have joined the protest against bombing the life support, her own flesh and blood cousin was on the damn station. Answering to her aunt would be... unpleasant. Thankfully it quickly turned from blowing up essential life support to blowing up GA supplies. Something Beth was much more inclined to do. 

"[color=92278f]Nah, sounds good to me[/color]." She stood up, finished her drink and turned to the woman her age. "[color=92278f]Jinxy, right? You said you had tools to collect. Meet me outside here in ten.[/color]" Beth turned back to the rest of the group. "[color=92278f]It shouldn't take more than thirty minutes once we're in the dock to pick a ship.[/color]" She mentally cursed the lack of short wave communicators. "[color=92278f]Just in case give us forty.[/color]" For a second she looked like she was going to add something more, but then decided against it.