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Jesse smiled rather innocently at Callum's rebuttal. He was rather glad for Taka's comment, as he himself hadn't a response. The little pink thing was growing on him already. Before Jesse could prod more at Callum, hopefully earn him another whack or two with a shotgun, Hardying said his piece. "No need to speak like that, we still have other inmates to join us. Don't want to put them on edge with talk like that." Jesse raised an eyebrow at the comment, and looked around rather pointedly at the shotgun-armed guards, but said nothing.

[color=9e0b0f]"Don't stop the conversation for my sake, guys, please."[/color] Another inmate was walked in, another voice added to the mix. Jesse eyed him suspiciously, not recognizing the man. He smiled curtly, before extending a hand to the new entrance. A quick glance back at Callum made him rethink the decision, and he quickly retracted his cuffed hands before the recent introduction could take a hold.

[color=hotpink]"Name's One-Arm, I don't think I recognize you. That means you're either very good or very bad at what you do."[/color] Jesse said, making eye contact with Reeves for only the first couple words before getting bored and looking away. As if a staged entrance in a play, another convict entered, just on time. 

[color=87CEFA]"Okay, I'll start. My name is Henri and I'm an alcoholic."[/color] Jesse smirked, letting out a single syllable of a chuckle at the comment. Funny kid, with a rather unassuming face. But the name certainly rung a bell -what were the odds that there would be multiple young women by the name of Henri imprisoned at the LMSIF? Jesse turned his attention to her, leaning in close as he propped his chin on a table made of his interlaced fingers.

[color=hotpink]"Henri, eh? That wouldn't happen to be [i]the[/i] Henrietta... Henrietta... Lawson, I wanna say. Was it Lawson? Something like that. Daughter of some Black Star asshole, yeah? Went by some dumbass name like 'The Mechanic'?"[/color] He rambled, resting back in his chair as though mulling over some happy memories. He never personally knew the kid, but he had been rather close in a far less benign sense. He remembered the incident rather clearly, something in the irony of it -Jesse had sent a hitman to take Henri, in the hopes to force some information out of The Mechanic. A fit of poetic justice, the hitman was stalking The Mechanic when his workshop exploded. Shrapnel took the hitman out of commission, seemingly one last 'fuck you' from The Mechanic. Of course, no one knew about the incident but the hitman and Jesse, and only one of the two wasn't in a shallow grave on an uninhabited moon. 

“Welcome to the table, Mr. Maxamillian. I’m sure you’ll find your fellow inmates here good for some conversation, they’ve been quite talkative up until this point.” The Warden interrupted Jesse, much to his own dismay. His gaze shifted from Henri to the new entrance, who seemed all too interested in the floor. 

[color=silver]"I’m sure they have, sir."[/color] Came the man's voice, after a quick clearing of the throat. A masked face, that Jesse certainly did not recognize. While Jesse was sure that he had a joke somewhere in his brain about the mask he wanted to make, he was far more interested in the new face walking in, a new species thrown into the mix as well. Five humans, a Novahn, some masked jackass of questionable race, and now this Lanun. At least Jesse was fairly sure it was a Lanun. Fifty-fifty odds on the guess, he figured.

[color=slateblue]"Come on guys, I said I didn't want a big party this year..."[/color] She said, following suit with just about every other inmate thus far. Jesse turned to her, and considered winking before he thought better of it. He couldn't tell just from looks what she was in for, but as it was stacking up so far, this room was filled with the worst of the worst -Jesse wasn't in the mood for the express Scarleth treatment from this one as well. Rather, he curtly nodded to her.

[color=hotpink]"Well, we splurged anyways. Brought out the shiniest toys, just for you, Princess."[/color] He said, an overly expressive sing-song tone sounding out. When Hardying spoke again, Jesse very quickly shut his own mouth. Being one of the most reputable gang leaders among the galaxy, one tends to learn to respect the man who has six shotguns at the ready while you're handcuffed. He took note of the absentee inmate, rather interested in that case. What could make this other arrival so special that he warrants a late entrance? Jesse tried not to dwell on it as he shifted his attention to the impressive Gabriel White, and his round of applause. [i][color=hotpink]"Goddamn, he almost looks as good as me. Hell, he looks better than me. I don't know whether to love him or hate him now."[/color][/i] Jesse thought to himself, eyebrows climbing up his forehead in a futile attempt to integrate with his hairline.

If Jesse wasn't already full fledged grinning at the beginning of Mr. White's speech, he certainly was by the end. Callum's rather short-lived attempt at verbal mutiny only furthered that. Waiting a moment to ensure that Mr. White wasn't going to point to some hidden camera and reveal this all to be a twisted joke, Jesse spoke up. [color=hotpink]"Let me get this straight, Mr. White -can I call you Gabe? You just gathered up eight of the biggest assholes on this entire moon-jail, and you're going to give us a ship, armor, guns, freedom, and more importanly booze -all with no supervision? I know you Fed guys are supposed to be dumb, but [i]come on![/i] Tell me you see the problem with that plan, cupcake."[/color] Jesse said, leaning forward. [color=hotpink]"What's the catch? This shit always comes with some fine print, hidden terms and conditions, whatever. Save me the suspense, what is gonna bite us in the ass when we say yes?"[/color]