Robert Murphy, Molly patriot, currently under the employ of the Junker's Congress as Tim Finnegan's pilot and XO of Finnegan's Wake, takes a seat grimly with the two Congressmen.
"Top o' th' mornin', Gents." He says with a nod to his employer and friend. "Cap'm. Dropkick mkIII prepped, ready, an' in th' Wake's bay. Oi stand at ready. Aye an' bloody willin' as well." he states through clenched teeth. The barest hint of vacuum burn shows as ruddiness of his cheeks.
Turning to Deputy Arbiter trenton some of his cockyness drops off. "Arbiter Trenton, I'm on th' sorry side fer bein' unable ter avenge yer lad Treadwell. Me lovely were holed, an' Oi could no get a shot on them fekkers wha' took 'im doon. He'll be rightly missed." Tight lipped, he offers his hand to James.
"I did see 'is progeny, Jason off't in 'Rico, crewin' up a newly christ'ned ship. 'E's a fine lad, an' if looks could kill them Hessian dolts'd be deed already. I look forward to flyin' wif 'im."