"Sounds good to me, if you're sure he's got enough. How d'ya wanna to play this?" Diana replied in an equally quiet tone, to the ginger boy with the odd name. Maybe she'd ask about that later. Anyway, she got on with the act. Not her forte, but if this came off it could be very good for the fleet, might even get her a promotion. So, speaking up, she said "So you want to talk to the Mogul? Sure, I can give you a hand, if you or your friend can make it worth my time. I'm Diana." seeing no reason to hide her identity. If this went to plan, he'd either be dead or a few thousand lightyears away within 48 hours. "Oh, and a decent place to drink? You're inside one, though whether the prices are fair is your decision. Place this close to the spaceport tends to get a lot of customers that can afford to pay the 25 bits for glitter mixed in the drink, and a name that sounds like some far-flung constellation."

While this was happening, Diana's third eye was looking the two new characters down, thoroughly searching for anything interesting. Both armed. Unsurprising, given what "Giggles" had already told her, and it did help to confirm his story. Not many people use a gun like that, and certainly no one without a reason. Giggles himself was an interesting character as well, though. Probably your average unfortunate piece of street trash, meaning smart enough or tough enough to hold his own (smart enough, in this case, if his plan was anywhere near as decent as Diana hoped it was), and easy to cut ties from if things turn sour. The interesting part was that he may be about to get much, much richer. Diana wondered how he'd react to such an opportunity.