Dirk's face hidden behind his helm, it was clear his thoughts on Jocasta drinking two of the three shots as soon as the glasses hit the table. Slowly he turned to look at her, and then equally slow he reached for the other shot glass and picked it up. Reaching to his neck, he unlatched his face helm and opened it just far enough to take the shot, closing it back up again as he put the glass down. He placed the shot glass down with a 'clink' and decided he wasn't too hungry just yet. 

"Last time I did a job with a partner, things went south and kept plummeting." He explained vaguely. A few residents, both human and xeno, that passed by their table gave nods or made hand signs in respect to Dirk. 'Whaado Maso Crimson' a purple skinned alien said, its mouth made up of various membrane folds. Dirk paid none of them any real attention, evidently expecting such treatment. "Almost wasn't worth the money, and I don't take jobs that aren't worth the money."

Raising a gloved hand, he had the shot glasses refilled. This time, he downed two of them in quick succession. He even took a bite of his sandwich, finding he might as well put some food in him while he could. "The Chalnarc job went smooth as Xevakrach Silk in comparison." He said, referring to the legendary spider beasts found on one of planet Ylnir's moons. "A little bumpy, but most jobs are. Plus you have a nice ass, which helps your case." 

Even without seeing his expression, it was clear he was just being honest, even if a bit cheeky. 

"I just need one more job, and then I get to reclaim a piece of equipment that was taken from me. Call it a sentimental token." Even right now, it was rough admitting Volkavax had 'commandeered' his most prized possession as collateral to keep him working, mostly to help pay for the damages in the botched mission of Vogal 9. The one upside was that he killed his 'partner' Grin after it as his own personal 'thank you.' He only wished he could kill him a second time.