Shrugging slightly, glancing to her right a little. "Well, I suppose it's your decision to make. I expect you aboard the Bell, it's currently in mooring port eight. Until then, feel free to float around the Freeport as well. It seems that I have some more responsibility around here which i'll be working with eventually."
"Of course, I have work elsewhere as you most likely know. Perhaps something even you could help me with. It's your decision to go along this once more, remember that. You may not get out a second time."
Stetching, glancing around the bar once more, mumbling something quietly relating to someone going missing once more. The beer that she had drunk obviously having some sort of effect on her. Glancing around once more, she stands up.
"Well Mark, I'm going to take a nice long nap."
Tossing him a chip.
"Entrance key to the ship, don't lose it or I'll be quite frustrated with you."
Yawning, slowly walking off to the exit of the room.
