Barret seemed to ignore the Corsair and leaned back in the stool, however he forgot that the stool offered no back support. To avoid the embarrassing "whoa" he instead continued to recline until his back was fully horizontal. He stroked his chin in thought then eventually sat up to speak.
"Well I ain't looking for a dead person, so there's no reason to look for your sister just yet." He squinted with one eye then spoke. "I shouldn't exactly be popular with Corsairs, so looking for this Armand lass might prove difficult as I imagine the people who would know where to find her are Corsairs." Barret holds up three fingers, then lowers two of them with his other hand. "That just leaves Dave."
Barret stands up from the stool and looks for more suitable chair. He spots are luxurious armchair, walks over to it and lowers himself into it. Satisfied, he grips the ends of the arm rests and continues to speak.
"Alrighty, let's look at this Gee fella." Again, Barret raises his hand, this time counting off key points. "He flew a Virage, which in my opinion is piece of crap, so I don't think he knows much about fighter combat.
He was LSF, so he will have some training in at least something. However, he was court martialed, so he must have done something stupid. High ranking officers don't do stupid things, so he either had strong morals as high ranking officer or was just a bit of moron and nothing more than a grunt. Now a high ranking officer wouldn't flee to an less than lawful group because of his morals, or perhaps he was instead corrupt and had information for them. A grunt would either be shot on sight by a group like the rogues or welcomed for breaking free from the chains of the man. If he named his Virage "Gforce" he must be a real dope, so that means he can't have been highly ranked."
Barret sighed loudly, then continued.
"What does this all mean? Well if he's fled to some less than lawfuls since he can't go anywhere near cops, he won't be overly hard to find, as there are always people looking to squeal on ex pigs. If he hasn't gone to some less than lawfuls, he'll be in one of three places: Rheinland because Liberty law will mean absolutely nothing over there, off to the borderworlds where again Liberty law won't mean squat or he's at the grand old Barrier Gate station."
Barret eyed the staff of the Drunken Junker carefully and when he was sure none were looking, he took a sip from a flask from his suit jacket.
"So I can get started on my sources in the less than lawful people of Sirius for ya. With luck one of them will find him, because I'd hate to have to turn to my only possible contact in Rheinland." Memories of Blond girl on the command deck of a Scylla fill Barret's mind. He shudders.
"So while I do that, you could head on over to Barrier Gate to look for this chump or figure out a way to pay me. I've got credits, so I prefer gifts." Barret's mind shifts to guns and ships. "How I'd love a set of Natterturn Zweis."