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Tony smiled into the lip of his mug as he watched Rendyl sign to him. [color=ff7733]”I slept well enough,”[/color] he replied as he moved the mug from his lips. [color=ff7733]”Might as well hop to it though, eh?”[/color] He led her to gather with the remaining crew, figuring that if Raymond hadn’t said anything, it must have been alright for her to view transmission. But he kept himself and Rendyl just far enough away from the holograph so that she wouldn’t show up in the transmission back to Admiral V’sul. And frankly, he didn’t care to show up in the transmission to her either.

He held his tongue throughout the transmission with much reluctance but allowed himself a few comments mumbled under his breath into his mug as he finished the tea. A shapeshifting assassin would prove to be an interesting challenge. The name was certainly one he had heard before in his more covert dealings. How awkward this mission would have been if he had hired Torsq in the past. Perhaps, however, he wouldn’t even be on this mission if he had hired Torsq. No use crying over spilled milk.

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When he stepped off of the ship and into the depot, Tony took a quick look around. His outfit was something that would have been sold in a set under the name “desert chic”. He’d tucked a partially unbuttoned white shirt into pants made of khaki which were in turn tucked into boots that stretched up his calf. Like a majority of the crew, he’d wrapped a scarf around his neck and once over his head to protect him from the sun. And finally, the glasses he wore were mirrored to better deflect the sun’s rays and add yet another fashionable element.

He opened his mouth to speak, but that was when Astrid tumbled stumbled back into him. He caught her with a surprisingly quick motion by holding his palms up in front of him to rest his hands on her back before gently pushing her upright.

[color=ff7733]”Easy there, sailor,”[/color] he quipped as he fiddled with his tracker. He looked up at Josk and Astrid as they exchanged comments.

[color=ff7733]”And I didn’t kill anyone, yet I’m stuck with you lot,”[/color] he countered, brushing his hand by the pistol on his hip as though to reassure himself. Of course, he wasn’t entirely innocent, but certainly he hadn’t personally delivered the final blow. [color=ff7733]”We’ve been roped into some sort of pet project for the Admiral is how I see it. Can’t imagine the sort of praise she’ll receive for our handiwork here.”[/color]

[color=ff7733]”Surely the dock workers would know which bars are most frequented … and perhaps which are a bit more under the radar.”[/color] As he spoke, he took a few steps forward and made a move with one hand to wave over a passing worker.