“That was very…not bad.” Light concluded, pouring beer from the vending machine onto a porous exterior patch of his suit. The ubiquitous tumbling weed ball returned, rattling against the unused folding chair opposite them. Other ships were returning for the evening now too.

“We do seem to be having a long overdue spell of good fortune. How long it lasts though, who can say? For most of my life, I have scrimped and saved, barely able to get by. And now I have more credits from one job than i’ve made in some whole years…And I want to spend it. Well, or invest it in something. How perspectives change!”

“The question is, on what? Shipgrades? A new suit? Advertising our services? Korit is not short on ways of taking your money…”