The man just stood there. The shot glass in his hand. Almost like he was frozen at sound of the name of the ship she had just mentioned. That or he could be listening to someone through an ear bud. The smoke was taking effect, and she wavered down from her normal situational induced paranoia to just being able to relax enough to remember that she did have something she could offer these racers.
"Either way, I got a contact, he has some engine blueprints for sale. I can´t say how he got it, I´m just sort of in the middle ya know." She picked up another shot off the bar. "And, I guess I am going to be needing a pair of experienced hands to look at my blown relay, fair credits for ya if you are interested." She let the comment hang in the air, waiting to see how he would react.