Junebug was surprised to discover that the stinger was a woman. Generally speaking the rougher a place was, the less respect women commanded, although judging by the way the toughs in the bar had been manhandling the serving women, she suspected that the Stinger was a special case. The woman looked them up and down, lingering on Neil for a minute and seeming to take in their dress and equipment.

"Ah, the foreigners who arrived on that pretty freighter," the Stinger said in a surprisingly sensual voice. She obviously thought the fact she knew something of them would shock them and their lack of reaction seemed to irk her.

"Have a seat and we will discuss your futures here on Tiosinte," she went on, making a magnanimous gesture with her right hand. The gesture exposed the tip of a scorpions stinger tattooed on her left shoulder.  Jungbug and her friends obediently took their seats. Without asking servants, slightly better dressed gunmen anyway, came forward and set cans of chilled alcohol down in front of them. Junebug picked hers up and took a drink. It was sweet, some sort of wine cooler with an artificial peach flavor, she had certainly drank worse. 

"I take it you aren't looking for places on the... security staff of my organization?" the woman asked shrewedly. The look in her eyes suggested she had seen off worlders before who thought they were a cut above the local variety of thug. 

"You take it correctly, we are looking for short term work, a week tops while we get our ship worked over and update our nav data, then we will be out of your hair," Junebug agreed and then leaned forward slightly to rest her elbows on the table top.

"It would be a shame not to take a few credits with us though," she intonated.