"Hi."
The young woman looked up from her shot and faced the man that had approached her. Her cold blue eyes sizing the man up. "You looking for work?....... I only ask because I'm heading out tomorrow to pull some salvage and I could use someone to help protect me as I haul it back." The girl looked away for a moment, briefly mulling over the proposal, then returned her gaze to the man.
"Well, as much as I like to help poor defenseless salvagers as they pick over some alien ship like some vulture, those alien ships tend to have some serious variations in threats. Some have petty point defense systems that had degrade over the years, while others can deploy kill drones with A grade weaponry that could wipe this pitiful mud hole off the face of the earth. On top of that, raider groups constantly watch potential salvage areas so that when the little caravan goes into the deadly rad/death drone zone, they essentially allow you guys to bring the loot to them" she paused and took another shot. Turning back to the man, she continued, "So cowboy, as I'm sure you're very well aware, there are a lot of variables that we will face going into this." she took another shot.
"But I'll humor you and say this up front. I'll take your offer. And hopefully you can grow a pair and spit it out with a little less hint of pissing yourself." she took another shop. "Oh, and do be quick cowboy, your Amerikana piss vaser is both tasteless and hard hitting."
ML