[Log] "A lot of talkin' don't neccessarily mean a lack of confidentiality."

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Eavesdown Docks, Persephone
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"Well... different strengths for different folks 'n' all that." Kael responds to her, the smirk still upon his lips as his eyes look back to Dora. His feet shuffle to a stop again as he gets close, his right hand extending towards her, "Name's Kael, miss." His left hand's thumb hooks into the pocket on the same side of his pants.


Dora takes his hand, looking him straight in the eyes with an earnest gaze. "I'm Dora, and it's good to meet you, Kael." Looking towards Katherine, she adds, "Nice to meet you as well, miss..." Her lips curl into a smile, and she nods slightly. "Aye, different strengths. Although I'll have to work a lot until my true strengths are something I'm paid to do." Shrugging lightly, she notices another one coming from the ship on the edge of her vision. Turning, she lights up with a smile, "Hey, Saienne. Good to see you."

"Oh, sorry, s'pose I kinda missed out on tha introduction" Katherine comments with a little grin. "Name's Katherine, but jus' 'bout everone jus' calls me Kat" she explains to Dora. Might as well get the whole introduction thing out of the way now. Better late than never and all.

Saienne hustles down onto Eavesdown from the belly of the Grace, the feather in her broad-brimmed hat bouncing jauntily with each step she takes down the ramp. She has a small leather satchel slung over one shoulder, and she tips one long-fingered hand to the brim of her hat as she sees Kael, Dora and Kat. "Evenin'," she says pleasantly as she comes to a stop in the dust beneath the ship.

Kael's handshake was firm yet on the gentler side, when it finishes he pulls his hand free, reaching up to tip a non existent hat back to Sai, "'ey there Sai. Off to anywhere in particular 'r just joining the party?" His eyes shift to Sai as he says that, before returning back to Kat, "Naw, Kat. Din't miss anything, I just came out ta throw away my old boots." He nods slowly, a simple bob of the head as his eyes turn, full circle, back to Dora.

Dora nods with a smile, "Good to meet you, Kat." Turning to encompass them all with a glance, she stops her gaze upon the O'Malley. "How long do you figure you'll be staying on Persephone?" Leaning back onto the crate, she passes a hand through her grey-blonde hair, then digs both her thumbs in her pockets.

Saienne eyes Kael carefully from within the shadow cast by her hat's capacious brim. "We're havin' a party?" she asks, "You ain't goin' to be mixin' none of that fearsome blue concoction, I hope?" She grins crookedly. At Dora's question, Saienne shrugs and shakes her head. "Ain't got the faintest idea, I'm afraid."

Kael Bowen's eyes shift over to Sai as the corners of his mouth curl up, giving a wicked looking grin to her as his eyebrows raise and lower a few times. "Never know... 'fter all, it's fun playin' Kael roulette. But no... just ran into Dora here," He shifts his attention, adding in quickly, "Nice ta meet ya Dora." then turns his attention back to Sai, finishing up with a bit of a nod, "...'n' was wonderin' if you were makin' your way inta town or not." His right hand hooks into his pocket then, thumb shoving it's way in as the majority of the hand rests outside of it.

Dora 's face lights and lips curl into a grin at Saienne's words, glancing briefly towards the dumpster. "Was that on your boots, sir? A rainbowy drink?" Scratching behind her ear, she blushes faintly and looks downwards. "Ah, drinking," she murmurs. "I'm not too good at that. Hits me too fast."

"Always got one loose end or another to be tyin' up," says Saienne, with feigned weariness. Her tone turns more serious, and she adds. "Client wants a testimonial or two before he'll sign." She shrugs, a fluid gesture, and smiles lop-sidedly again. "Can't say I blame him really - reputation's all he's got to go on. I could just head skywards and disappear for all he knows." She rubs along the line of her jaw with a calloused finger. "Just means I have to do some extra runnin' around is all, an' that's always a little wearyin'." Sai grins at Dora. "Ain't no cause to be discomfited, Dora. Just means you spend a little less money on liquor than the rest of us, ain't it so?"

Kael Bowen glances over towards Dora, his head making a quick shake from side to side in reference to her question, "No. I wish. That's easy 'nuff to wash out." His eyes fix back on Sai then, his shoulders rising and falling a a bit of a shrug again as his mouth filters down to more of a smirk then the grin he had before, "Sounds like a real pain. 's why I prefer not to deal with people.. too much extra runnin' around and paper work."

Dora lifts her gaze to Sai with a light smile. "Aye, and it's sill plenty fun." Tilting her head slightly, she observes Kael briefly, then makes a gesture with her hand, that of pointing with a gun. Squinting slightly as if aiming at him, her lips curl into a grin behind the pistol hand. "You prefer to look at them from behind the sights of a gun, instead?" Laughing lightly, she lets her hand fall to her side.

"Hell, Kael, when your business is built on what folk think of you, the runnin' around an' dealin' with them is almost more important than doin' the job itself." She frowns, the crowsfeet around her eyes furrowing deeply. "Although," she says, conceding the point, "It surely ain't the most enjoyable of tasks an' on occasion I do resent the feelin' of bein' under the client's thumb." She looks up and grins. "Good job the majority of my time is spent zippin' around in the Black or snoozin' on some overland train or somesuch, ain't it?" She falls silent as Dora speaks to Kael - observing. "Only them that's likely to shoot first..." she murmurs, mostly to herself.

Kael Bowen looks towards Dora, a wide grin spreading over his lips. His right hand comes up from his pocket up in a playful but still incredibly quick gesture, imitating Dora, "Naw.. Prefer to not have to deal that way either. But ifn yer asking if I'd rather be lookin' down the sights or fillin' out documents in triplicate. I'd reckon I'd have to go with the former then the latter." He nods a bit more distinctly, cocking his hand at the wrist so the 'barrel' of his hand is pointed up. His lips purse and he gently blows at the top of his index finger as if blowing away imaginary smoke before pushing his hand back down, resuming it's play partially in his pocket. His eyes shift back to Sai then, his shoulders shrugging again as he responds in kind, "It's all a matter of preference though. What I mean is, the job could be done with little talkin' and more doin', just means that the bottom line will be a little less and we'll be linin' their pockets more then ours, ifn you catch my meanin'."

Dora gives Kael a long grin, then turns to Sai, addressing neither in particular. "I like talking to people. Making friends. Getting to know different persons, different lives. It's part of my job, you could say." She scratches her head thoughtfully. "Someday, when I write my book, all of it combined is going in there. No names mentioned, and not in the form it's been told, but as a background to my work. People... are strange, and infinitely interesting."

Saienne shakes her head in disagreement with Kael. "Less talkin' ain't really an option. This ain't some two-bit shippin' company I'm runnin', it's a bespoke courierin' service." She pauses to consider. "The whole point is that the client feels he has my undivided attention. He - an' his consignment - are my only priority." She squints into the evening sunshine. "I reckon it's all about trust. This runnin' around an' talkin' builds the trust, justifies the price, an' spreads my good name. T'ain't so much about the cash in hand, it's more about long term security." She smiles crookedly. "Ain't such an unreasonable investment when you think on it in that manner." Sai has good grace enough to grin at Kael as he blows the smoke from the barrel of his imaginary gun. "It is true, Dora," she says to the other woman with them, tipping her hat back a little as she speaks. "He's the best gorram shot I've seen in years - an' I've seen a few." As Dora begins to explain a little about what she does, Saienne nods. "Ain't that the truth," she says, in response to the 'people are strange' comment. When Dora states that she's planning on writing a book, Sai tips her hat back a little further. "You're writin' a book?" she asks, genuinely curious. "You got yourself a bona fide education, an' all? Well good for you, girl, an' good luck."

Kael Bowen lowers an eyebrow, furrowing it a little as he looks back towards Dora, "What is it you plan on writin'?" He inquires, sounding curious about the subject matter. His feet shift a little, standing a bit more relaxed, feet a little wider then shoulder width. His head turns to Sai and his shoulders rise and fall in another shrug, "I think the same could be said of confidentiality." His head nods, continuing his thought, "See, if the client knows you'll do it, do it quick and do it quiet without so much talkin' their likely ta trust ya to get it done." His head tilts back and forth slightly from side to side, before finishing up with, "But I reckon, as with most things, there's different schools of thought. No reason to think that one is more valid then t'other."

Dora's eyes widen a bit as she replies to Sai's remark about Kael's shooting. "He seems... fast." Looking downwards again, she digs into the dirt with her toe. "I'm not going to write it for years from now, I still have much more to learn. It's going to be a book about people and cultures, an anthropology book." Still looking down, she seems a bit perturbed. "Yeah, my parents were pretty adamant at tutoring me, but they couldn't teach me life. That's what I gotta figure out on my own." She lifts her gaze, breathing slightly quickened. "We weren't rich, if that's what you mean. My parents, they could've been. But there's stuff that's more important than that. My father always said so."

Saienne looks at Kael directly. "A lot of talkin' don't neccessarily mean a lack of confidentiality, Kael. If I weren't discrete about the details that matter I wouldn't be in business, an' there ain't no mystery there." Her tone shifts from assertive to conciliatory in the space of a breath or so. "But you got the truth of it, I don't doubt. Ain't no one right way of doin' things." She looks at Dora now, too, and nods. "No one can teach life. Folk'll learn different things from the same experience, an' ain't that just the way of the 'Verse?" She shakes her head. "Weren't thinkin' on money, Dora, just on the benefits of a good an' solid education. I'll be forever grateful to my Aunt Loretta for teachin' me my letters an' my numbers, though she did have a real hard time of it with me..." She smiles, more gently than is her usual habit. "An' I reckon your father had the truth of it an' all." She glances then up at the sky - at Persephone's rosy sun, sinking lower - and says to them both. "I'd be wise to drop these off before dark, I reckon. I'll see y'all later?"

"Aww, C'mon Sai.. spreadin' my name around like that. I'm not that good.. But thanks none the less." Kael said, grinning a bit as he gave her a short wave, "My mother taught me to read 'n' write as well. Way back when, I remember when I was a kid learnin' it all. I'll see ya 'round though, Sai. Good luck with your delivery." Kael nods his head, looking back to Dora, "She's embellishin' it, really. I mean... I'm not half bad, but I think she's being a bit on the nice side. What're'ya plannin' on writin' 'bout though. You've got me right curious 'bout that."

Warmth colors Dora's clear eyes as she glances to Saienne. "See you, and good luck. It was good meeting you again." Turning back to Kael, she shakes her head. "She's not embellishing, I saw how fast you were just a moment ago. I reckon that's gotta help you in the business you're in." She smiles. Dora smiles and adds, "As far as the book goes, it's going to be an Anthropology Compendium of the Border Planets. Well, most likely. It might change if my life goes in a different direction. It basically means I'll be writing the main things that affect people's lives and what kind of culture results from them. Which means I'll have to be a test subject myself." She grins.