Olsen noticed the glances the newcomes was shooting over at Doreen, and had to take a quick drink from his glass to hide his grin again.
Ah, its been quite a while since I heared the old stiches challenge, buddy.
Makes me feel like 20 jears jounger. But you still dont quite gather what im telling you.
He tipped some code into his personal organizer, connecting him to the internal database of Tinkers Haven. Then he shoved the device over to Gambit with the display still unblocked.
These figures are open data, you can check them from every terminal at this base and probably from any serious databank in Liberty if you know what you are doing. Check the passenger flow, or rather the patient list, then check available space.
With a obvioulsly trained look just dripping with false boredom Olsen started picking at the frozen fruit , studying every bit of luxury food before nibbling at it.
You can easily try to get two habitat units for your girls but will probably not get them as every free unit is either already rented out or under control of Fynn, who will need them for something else. I can easily arrange that. And I can just as easily manage to convince him to give you the living space you need for easy rent or even for free if I tell him I need your contacts for some luxury commodity or for steady supply of first class liquor. But that will still not solve your space problem as you will hardly stay here for long if your girls start "caring for their dearest friends" in the corridors or in the cramped living space. So you could of course get a ship as living space or even as party boat, and dock it at the Haven.
grinning again, looking directly at Frank he continued :
Did I mention the docking mates are my best customers, and they all have their credit books at my bar ?
And that pretty lady you are looking at over there at the Table is Doc Nagger herself, our Chief Resident. Convince her that your girls are here to get treated and you get cheap but first class treatment for them. Get her angry or let her think you will try and cheat her or her patients, and not even I will be able to help you.
Olsen looked really amused now, and did not try to hide it any more.
You see, Gambit ... it took me a while to realize what that young boy Fynn is doing here, so dont think I dont know what it´s like to be confronted with these Tinkers for the first time.
You see them prospering, and you see them taking the odd chance and swift connection here and there, and see all us Junkers hanging around grinning like puppies.
But you see, they really mean their code : Value Integrity over lawful conduct, and cherish your reputation.
It´s not a phrase or a promotion gag you know, its exactly what they say it is : a way of life. And I dont need to snitch on you, or to take opportunity of any side deal.
The old Barman patted his belly , belching a content burp before looking into the cooler with the fruit ice again.
Im perfectly in line here, caring for my folks. And I can offer to take you and your girls along. Will spare me a lot of nuisance if I have somebody reliable who knows where to get the best stuff, or who can pass on some news to the right ears without everybody noticing.
I can get you a permanent docking allowance here, and keep you updated on whay the quatermaster needs on a daily to weekly bias, from bulk deliveries over the odd case of vodka and beer down to the single but urgent load of high quality synth gel for the clinic or the best bottle of gallic wine for our Foreman Fynn.
Olsen leaned towards the guest again, pointing at the datapad before him.
Of course you can also pull most of the data out of the trade list if Fynn and me remember to update it. We do, from time to time, no worries.
So , Gambit... tell me again. You want money from me ? A salary every week or month ?
Funny, I didnt think you would be happy with pocket change.
... smiling his usual benevolent smile ...
Tell me again, trader : What offer do you have for me ? What can you do to serve the Haven and to earn a place at our table ? Liquor ? Girls ? Reliable and regular supplies for my Cantina, from all over Sirius ?
I am listening to you, willing to hear your offer.
Or I will show you where to find joung Fynn or adress you to Doc Nagger over there.
You are welcome to try, I will be here, caring for my poor little bar.
Ah, a delightful place to rest after a long life in the debris fields and rough junker stations, huh ?