"Then, let us discuss the drinks and matters of warmth in freighters, bellies and wallets elsewhere" Danasheth gave them a conspirational twink and led them towards the back booth.
Having them safely seated there, she took a place next to Alice, looked at the diverse bunch. She had confused feelings about the Oraki, truth be said: while she perceived their .. souls, one might call it, they were strange and hard to assess or comprehend. One would believe that being made by man, they would be similar to man, yet the opposite was true. The creations became independent of their sire, most likely much like he intended.
At least if Danasheth spent some time with them, she might observe and learn.
"Welcome gentlemen to our impromptu salvage team. Our prize is a large one, dead in the water. No signs of battle, no signs of life, save a bacon I have muted with one of my own that should keep our target hidden until I get there. According to what I could glean from the brief scan I performed, the ship is a freighter of sorts, no military vessel, three clicks in length and of design unknown. We will hop in, try to get her live, and if it is impossible, drag her off. Afterwards, we split even."
She whipped out her wristcomp and light-pen, and projected a blank 'page'. "Everyone of you, write down what you're best and what you're decent at, so that we can assign tasks accordingly. Let's get to it."