[i]"Pleased to meet you, Drake," Booker responded, the tone matched. He shook the hand of Drake firmly, though his grip on the prosthetic was awkward - He wasn't used to gripping metal like that. Booker grabbed his drink once more and chugged down the rest of the swill rum he had, before speaking up again. Not in a casual tone, but in one of respect, almost like a businessman. "So let's get down to it. First thing's first though, I need to discuss something else with you first. Regarding a certain dude who might be out to get you, pretty sure he was part of your crew once." [/i]