Astrid’s ‘friend’ had apparently been at the bar for quite a while, judging by the slur she couldn’t even begin to describe that somehow made it through the translator, butchering every sibilant and forcing Astrid to do some guessing to determine what the words meant. He talked a mile a minute, starting about various places to get small spare parts and within a minute moved onto a story about a smuggler having gotten shot in a filthy alleyway and not there being a freighter blocking one of the landing pads, no-one bothering to remove it on account of the lockdown. She thanked her dumb luck for having picked probably the most sloshed guy in the room, owing any progress to this very luck, as she possessed all of the tact and charisma of a thrown brick.

At least it gave her an excuse to bring up her datapad under the pretense of taking notes of the places one could reportedly get spare parts, tooling and materials, all the while making sure there wasn’t a changeling out to snuff her lights out. It was only for the best, because deciphering the Yhei’s drunken ramblings took up all of her brainpower and Ray’s message was lost in the background noise, but the linked datapad helpfully converted the message to text and displayed it for her to digest.

She caught herself in time to not instinctively look in the bartender’s direction, instead opting to blow a generous amount of smoke up the drunkard’s ass. [color=#FFB435]”You seem to know the ins and outs of this place. Frequent patron I take it? Must be a good bartender to keep you coming to a place like this, know him well?”[/color] And with that, she set the commlink to relay the frogman’s response to Ray.

“I thought so, but apparently not. He started serving shite a few days ago, and now I’m thinking I’ll need a new watering hole, but finding one here that isn’t an absolute dive where the mortality rate hovers somewhere around the peak of Olympus Mons is like making orbit with a hot air balloon and a fire extinguisher.”

As the Yhei spoke, Astrid found a moment to utter in reply to Raymond. [color=#FFB435]”Contact or trouble?”[/color]