"Then I'll fit right in," Dirk replied with a look that, even through his helmet, anyone could tell meant 'cut the bullshit.' It was also hard to ascertain whether he was insulting her, everyone present, or bounty hunters in general. He slowly looked away, gauging their surroundings to make sure no one was coming from their six. "I've done a few hard ops in my time. One of those men was a thug of someone associated with a target I once had. A target I killed cleanly, but not too quietly. I think it's best if we get off this rock after getting an idea of some more employment." 

Jocasta gave him her own unspoken look, which led him to realize she wasn't one for patience or long silences. "Right." He told her, getting out of his seat. He grabbed the blanket covering the Riot Carbines and kept them close in his arms. Good arms were hard to come by. "Follow me."

The strobelights and the music was muffled when they stepped into one of the side doors, the jeers from the racaous crowd washed away to dull hums and thumping as they walked through a level II acess hallway lit from phosphorus lighting on the ceiling. A security officer passed them hurriedly, likely called in by some rich asteroid tycoon needing assistance with scratching his ass. Speaking of asses, he recognized the next shapely thing to walk down the hallway. 

It was an Onorin. A humanoid xenos, standing slightly shorter than Dirk at her full height. Onorin were four armed, powerful but lithely built. The females sported indigo skin, whilst the males were crimson as blood. Her black hair tied into a ponytail, she walked past the two of them in military trousers and a plate of body armor, with twin pistols at her hips and a slug thrower lazily held with her hands located just above her waist. With one of her free hands, she gave a flirtatious wave at Dirk and winked one of her red-iris eyes. "Hey Dirk." 

"Rixa," he said, not slowly as they passed her. Out of the corridor, they found themselves in a large, long-gallery type room, with scoundrels, loiterers, and some people who looked like they had climbed in through the air vents. A few toughs stood around, holding tactical shotguns and keeping a watchful eye. Dirk turned to Jocasta. "Stay here. I'd bring you with me, but my contact likes solo meetings. I'll get us some work off world in ten minutes." 

With that he turned and left her at the foot of what looked to be a strange rogue's gallery of ne'er-do-wells, mercenaries, and would-be thieves.