Reggie laughed at her statement about how the two large syndicates both had short tempers, and nodded as she went along, "Righ', yeah, yeah. . ." He laughed when she began to, as if he didn't quite know it was funny until she began chuckling, but grew quiet when she continued, not wanting to quite overpower her. He nodded once more, speaking as soon as he could, "Well, y'see, I used ta' have tha' problem too, 'cept y'see, th' second best thin' 'bout th' Corsairs is tha' they'd jus' give'ya a new ship if y'lost one. They jus' tear it outta' some new cats hands, figure it's better in mine. Th' first best thin' 'bout th' Corsairs, though, has t'be ther' women, whi'got me in trouble with 'em in the first place. So, I wasn't too keen on th' whole 'diplomatic marriage' thin', an' this chick was diggin' me real bad, so we go at it a bit-- an' I mean 'a bit', y'know? Sheesh, Corsair women, y'know, don' even get me started-- deal was, she was supposed'ta marry some hot shot an' he didn' like me likin' her, y'know? So, I got chased th' heck outta there, an' layed low with th' Junkers. . ." He spat into his cup again, and stroked back a few rogue hairs that dangled infront of his forehead. "So, I reckon to better th' problem y'have, maybe checkin' in with some factions'll help you out? 'Salways nice to 'ave someone cover yer' back."
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