"Eh. Not quite. More like our favorite garbage trawlers being real stupid. I figure one of might be able to make something of it. That ain't really my specialty."
She punches a few buttons on her datapad and slides it to Copper.
"There. See what you think. Now, if you don't mind, I got a bit of straightenin' out to do."
She grabs the bottle of bourbon and slides in next to Pumpernickel.