The bartender shakes his head with a smirk. "Sounds like quite the smart girl you were with to do that to you. Shame that happened... I'd wonder what the cops would do to yeah."
He nods and continues.
"Well lets see..." he puts the glass down and puts both hands to lean on the bar table. "We dont operate with lare vessels here, mind you... The biggest we have are patched up junker funded 'pirate' transports and gunboats, really... oh and a Bustard. Mind you, it's pretty hard to get one of these ships to land all at once on the staiton. Probably the most that would be mourned here would be two at a time. What Blackport 66 mostly has are the smaller craft, especially light fighters. I don't suppose you have any experience with those?
"Anyway... you seem alright... though if you wana job you should be asking either the Chapter Official of Kepler or the head boss himself... though mind you... he's a bit wasted at the moment." He points with his thumb towards Sunny sitting down the counter.
"It's not to say you can't talk ta' him though. He's usually in a good relaxed mood."
