Drake remained silent for a while. To be quite honest, this was a surprising turn of events, and his mind was still reeling from the potential implications. Thankfully, his mouth was always a step ahead of his brain. "What about your friend here?" He gestured at Kris with his prosthetic hand, almost dismissively, "He want a job too?"

Kris shrugged. [i]"If you could use some extra muscle, I could come along too. I'm great with any firearm and better in a fighter. I could help with scuffles during an op, persuasion of informants or other targets... that sort of thing."[/i]

Drake nodded approvingly, and then returned his attention to Even, "And what about you? Besides honoring a debt, I mean. Do you have any particular skills?"

"Everything my father taught me and more. Good with a sword, firearms, better than him in a fighter- and that's saying something - excel in infiltration, something my father particularly sucked ass at... and this." Eve was gone from Drake's sight until he felt a tap on his shoulder. "My dad had it too, supposedly."

Drake didn't even bother giving her a glance, as he was rather used to the whole teleportation trick at this point. That wasn't to say that he was not impressed by their skillsets. He nodded, "Honestly, we've been a bit short on manpower lately, and I'll take just about anything or anyone I can get. Having some people with skills wouldn't be the worst thing I could have." He finally stands up, remembering that the two never introduced themselves formally. "But this is all going a little bit too quickly for my tastes. First off, I wanna know your names, or at least an alias. Then, I wanna know if you've got any affiliations with a faction, foreign or otherwise. Then... I'll consider."

"Evelyn Smith. My dad requested I used a different last name so as to not draw attention." "[i]Kristiano Ivashkov. The name sounds Russian, I have a British accent, I get it. We're childhood friends, see.[/i] [spoiler][b][i]DMITRI[/i][/b][/spoiler]

"Well Alpha, since I'm sure you're just dying to have your old buddy's kids on the ship, I've got a spare room on the ship for 'em." Drake said sarcastically, not knowing if Eve had ever learned of the enmity between the former goat and her father. From the context of that remark, she could probably tell that it wasn't stellar. But Drake was impulsive, and this move would be his way of allowing Garin to have some semblance of redemption, even in death. He turned back to the duo, "Well, it doesn't pay well, and the crew's a bunch of jackasses, but if you insist, I'll let you guys in." The "no questions asked" policy had always been a risky one, but it was a tactic that Drake had learned from one of his former captains. Quite frankly, as long as his crew performed, he wasn't usually one to pry about one's past. Knowledge was a burden, one that he didn't necessarily need. The fact that he knew so much about the current members was a testament to their friendship. "I'll take you to the ship when you're ready to leave."

"Drake, you're not serious?" Alpha said, scoffing "You're gonna let them in?"