Declan MacTavish wasn't hired for his smoothness.
At seven feet tall, able to carry a keg under each arm, and a former null-grav boxer, he was hired for his ability to move, crush, or otherwise badly harm anyone not welcome in the Drunken Junker Pub.
As the Corsair lass, Casini walks past he smiles and stares.
Unable to tear his eyes from her as she walked out, he leans out and watches her recede down the gangway.
Returning to his job, he shakes his head, and lets out a low whistle. "Now tha' model's go' 'erself a fine rear spoiler package, she does." he says to himself with a grin.
Tess, the Drunken Junker's resident Concierge and Mistress of Ceremonies, hunched over and whispering to Finnegan behind the smoked glass doors of the .:j:.Congress Lounge, grimaces and begins to punch instructions into her datapad.
A datascreen set into the bar blinks, and Johnny peers at the instructions appearing upon it. -Congressman Finnegan wants to speak to the Indians.
-Advise Indian envoy to make appt. with Tess O'Malley or Tim Finnegan himself.
-Priority: Urgent