[h1][b][i][color=olivedrab][center]Ansgar Staudinger[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

	Ansgar was moving crates at a brisk pace, seemingly unbothered by the smell that was no doubt getting to the others. The Hub was home for him, well home in this new place humanity had found themselves in, and he'd grown up with the stench and culture that humanity that had drifted into the Hub had found themselves in. He was all but grinning and humming to himself, comfortable at home despite having been disowned by his family. He'd been catching up with old gang members during his free time, putting his ear to the ground as it were and digging around for information as to current rumors and goings on. The arrival of the [i]Veritas Lux Mea[/i] had indeed generated a lot of rumors and discussions as to why that ship was here. He'd not divulged his position on board said ship, of course, he was gathering information not handing it out, but it gave him some interesting thoughts as to what was going on at the Hub.

	His attention was dragged over to his current superior as she muttered complaints about where their passenger was supposed to be. Ah, yes, the Judge, Ansgar was not looking forward to that. Anyone who'd any experience in the criminal in this new place knew about Judges, and the amount of trouble they tended to bring along with them. And yet, here they were, about to shuffle one to wherever the sodding hell the bastard wanted to be. He did speak up in response to the captain, in his own manner of speaking of course, hefting up another crate as he spoke, continuing to work while remarking on the situation at hand. "Well shite lass, th' sodding wanker doesn' show, tha's less stress. Tosser's are nothin' but trouble. Least got ye'self a down payment, jus' in case?"