Mark, relaxedly leaning against the side of the desk, was continously nodding when McAstin talked to him, he put on an odd smile, squinting his eyes which made him look almost like a Kusarian even though he didn't resemble them at all. He pondered for a moment, grabbed his glass and emptied it in one sip, cleared his throat and said:"Eh, well, that's an involved story, I had some quite well-grounded motives to enter the business of a buccaneer, to sum it up, my life situation and my prior relation with Lord Moore-" Mark shortly canted his head towards Moore. "-at that time led me into joining you lads. I'm pretty much used to most of the stuff I suppose." He shrugged. "Fought Colonials and sacked a few fees already." He took a deep breath. "By the way, you've got some more of that fluid?"
