“‘[i]You of all people should know what that means, [/i]’ just shut the hell up Garin.” Drake snapped, with a surprisingly good imitation of Garin’s own voice. “It’s not too much for a Captain to ask someone on his crew to do a single mission. You’ve been a mercenary, you have experience dealing with these situations. If you’re so incompetent that I’d be better off without you, then I dunno why you’re still on this ship. Because right now, you’re a dangerous liability not to me, but to the whole goddamn crew.” It wasn’t a threat, per se. Drake, for all his bravado, wouldn’t necessarily want Garin to leave the crew. It was a challenge: was he up to the standards of the job? If not, Garin knew that Drake wouldn’t have second thoughts about booting him off the ship in a heartbeat. Though he hadn’t made any attempt to go for his blaster, nor did he seem to want to, Drake was still armed for combat.