The bartender looks at Skarsi, grabs a glass, and starts pouring vodka into it. "Drinks are free for the TAZ, pope. Tell me when to stop."
Florence looks at Kadar and sighs. "We're in the hole for about nine hundred million credits for repairs to the Metropolis, and the number's growing daily." She looks at Erasmas. "And unfortunately neither the Junkers nor DSE take charm as a form of payment."