"Do your boys require extra shots, maybe? It's been a while." You ask the Captain, who scratches his beard.
"Hm, another round could serve them well. But we already overstayin' our welcome here. HEY! Come for another round!" He waves at the crew, who quickly abandon their tables and one-by-one lined up for their drinks.
This time they get to make their choices; you prepare 3 shots of Cherrybomb, 3 shots of Grenadiere, 2 shots of Wóda, a shot of Skinjuice and a shot of Sucrosol. It's all for Captain's account, and he lets you scan his credchip. (+85c)
Today Earnings: 462c
Monthly Earnings: 1959c
The crew of "99" returns to their tables.
"Orderly bunch, really." Caesar comments, and Captain Azares nods.
"Thanks, kid." He takes a sip of his Asteroids. "With a rowdy bunch of spacegoers like 'em, you gotta sternly teach them when its workin' time and when it is waterin' time. Once they learn, they don't need much supervising." Caesar nods in return and sips his Fruitshake.
"So they're part of your crew for a while, I wager?" Captain Azares turns and squints at his crew, thinking for a moment.
"Been this way for six years now." The Captain turns back towards you. "They're good boys, loyal to me and my ship, lemme tell you."
A) To Captain Azares: "So you and your crew salvage wrecks?"
B) To Captain Azares: "Your ship is named '99', is that a reference?"
C) To Caesar: "Don't wanna pry too deep, but what's with the scars and implants? A job gone wrong, perhaps?"