Set Fire to the Rain

[Haranea]

Haranea had significantly improved when it came to her social skills; but she knew she could still be fairly awkward and easy to pick a fight. And she really wanted to blend in and stay under the radar, so keeping her mouth shut could be the way to go more often than not. Operating in the world of her own accord instead of following strict training that had included a tight leash had opened as many doors as it had been confusing on a regular basis.

She already had her hands perfectly visible the instant before Marc did the same so the group knew they came peacefully. The irony was that Haranea was a weapon; but that was another story.

She let her unexpected partner do the talking. She could tell they were suspicious, and likely with a big bruised ego about whatever had happened to leave them all banged up and behind.

One of them stared at her. "Is she even useful?" He asked Marc.

The redhead smiled politely and nodded towards the broken arm and the Rodian.

"Both arms work and I'm sure I can do as much as he did."

She did her best impersonation of sweet and non-threatening. The fact a Rodian had been part of the group worked in her favor, because they weren't the most muscular people around.

[Marc Ardsul]

"Her?" His smile was adoring and honest. Marc saw first hand how well she could handle herself and he fully believed Nea when she said she could haul with the best of them. "Yeah. Strong as ronto. So we'll get ya back on schedule if ya give us a chance."

The large human that initiated the conversation looked thoughtful while stroking his chin, sizing up the two of them before looking at the human with the cast. "What'cha think?"

"Hmm," he grumbled before looking at a loss. "If we say no, it takes a fucking long time. If we say yes, it won't take as long and we might not lose money on this for every hour late. Why not?"

With a sigh, the human that appeared to be in charge grumbled. "Fine. Ya both get 20 credits an hour. 50 credit bonus if we get out on time." He lightly patted the Rodians against their chest with the back of his hand. "This bruised idiots are Aeerd and Blie. They'll show you what to do."

Marc wasn't going to question this because any money was better than what they had, which was none. "Thanks. Really."

He looked to Nea with an encouraging smile. "Let's earn that 50 bonus."

[Haranea]

Nea was glad that Marc was better at the whole social stuff than she was. She had been partially trained for that, but really her creators considered her more a weapon that struck from the shadows than a living being who could operate in a similar fashion as a fully flesh and bone individual. She had improved her way to blend in; but chatting wasn't her forte.

She did her best to appear as non-threatening as possible as the conversation went on; hoping that her approach would continue to pay off.

She couldn't suppress a tiny grin when Marc compared her to a Ronto in terms of strength. That was quite accurate and it amused her, something rarer than she liked to admit now that she had run away from her captors.

20 bucks an hour sounded good to her, because it was better than nothing.

"Damn right," she replied to her unexpected companion as the deal had been settled.

She smiled to the two beat up idiots who were now leading them to the landing pad where work awaited. The freighter was nondescript, and of medium size. As for the cargo, it was a bunch of crates, more than she had expected. Most were of medium size, with a few heavier. She could carry either she gathered based on what her cybernetic eyes scanned; but she was careful to continue playing the part.

The others were giving them, especially her, a quizzical look. So she asked where the cargo bay was, and after getting the info, she got to work directly. She made sure to exhibit behavior that were within parameter of humans or near human women of her built as not to raise any further suspicion.