There was a slight twitch in the man's eye, showing he wasn't entirely sure if he should go ahead and order this woman's death and take the [i]Highlander[/i] for his own, get rid of the worry. Or, it would be poking a sleeping giant and he could potentially truly piss off the Terrans that were stationed in orbit. He had the look of a man that was used to being talked for or with, not to. He held a lazy hand up to keep his men from doing anything drastic just yet, and he eyed Sayeeda, shaking his head. "If I was only ten minutes younger," he lamented with an amused smirk. 

"Val-kan Hatcher." He said to her, and waved his men to keep their guns aimed at the ground. "If you haven't guessed yet, I run Savran." He gestured around him, casually. "And, while you're here you're under my protection, as long as you keep your business over the sheets, eh?" Protection meaning he wouldn't kill her or her crew as long as she didn't stick her nose into anything he didn't like. 

"Now, the valley around my quaint little city is free range for you to frolick or pick lillies, what have you. Gather your samples. But going west past the next valley..." He held up a finger in front of Sayeeda's face, his men even going still until he next spoke. "That's a no fly zone. Understand? You got the rebels out there. Anyone who even talks to them, is my enemy. And that's even if they talk to you. They do like the soft meat." 

He let it go after that, clapping his hands together. His toughs grumbled, but slowly moved aside as Hatcher presented a way for Sayeeda to walk. "Coin, business, and freelance work are always welcome in Val-kan city. It's a humble place, but it's got spirit I think."
[@Penny]