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Leon's mind came back to reality as the old man finished his speech to the survivors. None of this was his problem at the moment so, he decided it was to check up on his mobile armor. The focus currently was to keep the Gaplant ready for anything. The salvage unit would be crossing hostile space and pirates were always an issue. Leon didn't want to give himself away to those that seek to capture him; murder being the likely outcome by the people he's betrayed. He took his time making his way out of the mess hall, avoiding anyone who wanted to chat; his eyes landing on the man known as Disker and the kid known as Marlowe. Like the others on the ship, he didn't have many interactions with both men but, overhearing Disker piqued his interest.

[color=FFE6CE]"Pilot Xerda, if I may ask you to accompany us to salvage. I have a feeling either we or the assailants missed something and hired guns usually come back to finish the job."[/color] 

[color=red]"May I accompany you?"[/color] 

Leon was not posing an actual question as he planned on following the three regardless. They made their way to the salvage room and Disker looked over a bit of the wreckage. His words made Leon's eyebrow raise a bit, for he knew of only a handful of people with tech enough to do this damage.