As Daniel bumped into the Ratling making him spill his drink, his arms instinctively flew forward to catch the falling beer for him to lap up greedily from his hands. The Ratling spoke, and Daniel shook his head as he looked for the speaker, failed to find him, looked down, and at last located him. He wiped sweat from his eyes before he squinted at Roald, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then opened his eyes wide. "'ere, you're a damn short one." He remarked matter-of-factly, his tired state pushing most manners out of his arse. 

"I need to find the Rogue Trader 'cos I got no soul, I thinks anyway." He said, eyes quite suddenly widening once more as survival instinct caused havoc in his brain, telling weariness to take a metaphorical break. "I'm an [i]unscrupulous[/i] worker so me ma'am says, I'll do the dirty business he needs done which I hope will get me some real pay, honest work be damned." He explained, the deflection coming quite naturally to him. "You looking for work too?" Daniel asked with an upraised eyebrow, changing the subject. "If ya don't mind me asking, you an abhuman or just really bleeding short?" The words were added almost right after the question to further the impression of the blank being "thick." 

At the same time, Daniel was aware that one party was looking for him, most likely one of the Commissars of the vessel he had come from and some angry armsmen. While not as frightening as the other party looking for him with nefarious intent, it still meant he had to stay on his toes and find the Rogue Trader. As such, while he spoke he made sure to keep walking and leading Roald along with him. In the distance, Daniel saw landing craft descending outside of the borders of the town, and that was where he was leading Roald so as to be closer to his theoretical salvation. The fact he was walking right towards a nightmare did not quite cross his mind, until he noticed the official docking platform. 

"Maybe one of these flyers is our man?" he wondered out loud.