Maréngo looked up when the door opened, a hand moving half way to his cutlass out of habit. The hand dropped back down when he took the measure of the woman who walked through the door and what a woman she was. Her beauty was unquestionable but what got his attention was the mention of her being Lord Vargas' business partner. Even in his short time in Gullian, the pirate heard tell of who he assumed was their benefactor for this job. Such a pedigree attached to the job gave Maréngo a great degree of confidence beyond his need for coin. A small twinge of sympathy for that Percival man crossed his mind seeing as he was technically, partly involved in why he was getting verbally lashed but the thought passed quickly. There was nothing he could do a anyway and it was best not to dwell on the woes of every stranger who crossed his path.

He had meant to greet the newcomer right away but saw his fellow low life (he'd been around the type long enough to know them) trip over herself at the sight of Ms. Belgrad. His eyes moved from Solange, to the thief, to Solange and back again and made no effort to suppress a mischievous chuckle. The mention of coin, however, proved more than sufficient to distract him and bring his attention back to task, but not to forget what he saw. Maréngo grinned, squaring his shoulders and straightening his posture as he smiled and tapped his own chest.
[color=00a99d]"Find me a ship and I'll get her where we need to go. As for the favor of the gods,"[/color] He reached into his shirt to display a wooden amulet roughly depicting a bearded man with furrowed brown and stern expression. [color=00a99d]"Remind me to tell you how I got to this city in the first place."[/color]