"It helps a bit that you cant see the ventral airlock from here," Jocasta admitted, drawn in spite of herself. She loved the Dragonfly and it wasn't easy not to share Neil's excitement. The landing bay was a large place, capable of docking two or three heavy freighters, though a present it was given over to half a dozen smaller craft, mostly intrasystem packets that ran cargo between the many stations of the girdle. It was a working space and the air rang with the sound of impact wrenches and welding flux generators. Jocasta fondly wished she could afford a full yard overhaul, but as it was she was probably going to be lucky to scrape together enough for fuel.

Neil was standing with his back to the boarding ramp and so couldn't see Cygi produce a sack with a credit symbol painted on it and crudely pantomime shooting Neil. Jocasta smiled flatly. She was tempted, but even if she managed to club Neil over the head, she would have still needed fuel to get him to the drop off point a half a parsec away.

"Mech fighting you say?" Jocasta asked instead. There had been a mania for robot fighting in the past few years. A lot of hardware suddenly up for grabs now that peace were declared. She wasn't entirely certain how they would make money on such an endeavor beyond betting and with the few credits she had that would take more time than she could afford to stay docked. Unless she could get really long odds on a sure thing of course.

"Aren't those fights fixed?" she asked, the inkling of an idea percolating in the back of her febrile mind.