"I have no home with the Rogues. Not after Ruby. Not after Lambert took me away from there."
She kept her arms crossed, having taken half a step away from him. She was still giving him that look, whether it was hatred or fear was debatable. She had no intention of joining the Rogues again, Ruby had almost killed her, and after spending some of her childhood with Lambert, she knew what life was like outside the group.
"Why wouldn't I? Look, I won't pretend I know what happened when you've left, but as far as I'm concerned, you're still a part of us."
Dixon sighed, and dropped his shoulders a bit, before continuing. He sized up Pita, she was obviously underfed, and didn't looked like someone who had nothing to worry about, either.
"We're no saints, and you of all people know that. But is it better to sit in here, and move crates for scraps? And I doubt anyone there would want to hurt you, most of the old troublemakers are gone."
Pita raided an eyebrow at his comments about moving crates for scrap. She managed to bite her tongue and refrain from commenting. While she understood most of the trouble makers may be gone, she never had forgiven the Rogues for how she had been treated as a child. As a young adult, she was bitter about what they had her do.
She had been given a social worker while under Lamberts care, someone to talk to about what she had done. It didn't end well, and Pita still regrets what became of that situation. It was another turning point in her life, and one for the worse.
"No"
She said simply, still keeping her arms crossed, still eyeing him as if she didn't trust him as far as she would be able to throw him. It would take time for her to regain any faith in any of the Rogues.
She never finished the sentence, she felt she didn't need to. An unfinished threat was better than an empty one. She knew she had no real power to cause him any problems short of talking about the cargo - but once her silence was bought it would be hard for anyone to get the information out of her. She stopped pondering what it was that she would do if he did happen to cause trouble and instead began to count the cash, she knew to never trust a Rogue when it came to credits. However in this case, they were all there. She nodded and pocketed the money. She turned her back to him and started walking toward a trolly near the ship. She knew working smarter was a better idea.
"I'm not even sure I can trust you..... yet."
Pulling the first crate out of the ship, it was clear she would struggle, but she didn't say a word about it.
Dixon tried to hide his amusement about her threat, it was not everyday people would talk to him this way. He looked the young woman counting and pocketing the cash, and he barely recognized the annoying child, that she was back then
"I'm not some braindead warlord who expects you to do your job for free. Honor your end of the deal, and i'll honor mine"
He turned towards his guards, and sent them after Pita, to help her unload.
Time passed and eventually all of the crates were unloaded. She barely said anything to the guards that had been sent to help, only eyeing them cautiously every so often. She regretted leaving her gun behind knowing full well that of there was any sort of altercation they would overpower her.
The thought made her uneasy. She excused herself and made her way over to her ship exchanging the cash in her pocket for a holster at her hip. She would come across Dixon again, after all. At this point in time he still had cargo that she knew about on the base.
Pita changed her mind about leaving all of the cash hidden away in her ship, and instead grabbed few credits before making her way to the bar. She needed to eat.
Dixon was dealing with an annoying upshot pirate for almost a hour now. So far, he reached a few conclusions. Firstly, this guy was an idiot, secondly, the brain of this operation was his right hand, a kusarian man in his early 50s. Lastly, He was only the obvious target, so the right hand could operate in relative safety.
Nevertheless, they ended up their end of the bargain, although Noisy, as he nicknamed try to fuck him over, while talking kusarian to his hand, which promptly told him that he'd be shot if he tried it. Neither of them realized the Dixon could understand them perfectly, and he kept it that way.
He went to the bar, and ordered a sake, when he saw Pita entering. He waved to invite her for a drink.
She couldn't help but glare at him, but went over toward where he was sitting anyway. She moved her hand to her hip, this time a lot more comfortable knowing she had her gun there. Many had told her it looked like a child's toy, and if she was honest, it was the only thing she had to play with as a child so they weren't totally wrong
She hesitated before heading to the bar, ordering a bowl of fries and a drink. After paying, she made her way back over to where Dixon was seated and sat opposite him, uneasy again as her back wasn't against the wall.
"Good. Should I give you the cash now, or somehwere more secluded?"
He asked, and his eyes wandered to the holster, then back to her gaze, slightly nodding as an acknowledgement about her being armed. Dixon didn't really bothered, she wouldn't draw on him now, and anywhere else, he'd have the gun before she could draw it