Pierre listened intently to the Fisherman's short tale. He had heard of the GMG and its valuable Helium-3 business - in fact, he had hoped to catch one of their transports himself, before he was so rudely interrupted by the Kusarian navy.
After a moment of silence, Pierre smiled at his cellmate and said, "Well, I'm hoping to get a chance to... pardon myself from this station. I wouldn't mind getting back into the Rapier and trying my luck elsewhere, though I'm afraid it may be too badly damaged to let me escape."
He glanced at the Fisherman, keeping his smile up. It had taken on a mischievous character.
"I doubt you want to be here for long either, monsieur. Perhaps we can come up with a plan together?"
Pierre leaned back against the cold wall again, for a brief moment forgetting about the terrible rip that had ruined his suit forever.
