[So a later deal… M.M. pushes herself up against, stretching out a bit more sincerely this time. Laying on the floor isn’t exactly the most pleasant experience.]

I suppose that’s a fair enough agreement…

[So long as it’s not a trap, anyway. Still, she can find a way to work around that if that’s the case. She smiles at him, just a glimmer of teeth but mostly content.]

Although you’ll want your ship to be recognizable when you come calling, or else it’ll fall to the same fate as the last one you were on.