Nah, let's wait then. *talks to the barkeeper* "Ahoy lad, 's anything goin' on 'round here lately? Not? Not even a gig by Noc Fortune? Man... this place is kinda dead. Time to get some action back in here."
"You couldn't imagine, to what I've been just up to... *shakes his head* ... three words: 'Slaves', 'Tau-23' and 'Lost Star Vigliantes'. Ay that was close. At least, the load of 4280 slaves got saved at Cali Base. But ma escort got burned faster than ya could say 'Cardamine'. I heard, that they've been eight pilots chasing them in the end. Don't know if it's true though. Stories, ya know. Sound more exciting when adding some fairy tales."
"Hm however. I doubt that you're really that interested in my problems. So why just don't do what you're best at?"
"One Bloody Buffalo cocktail in a dirty glass, please." *spits to the ground*
*mumbles quietly* "What a day, what a bloody day..."