Flynn rolled his eyes. What the hell was Alyson doing? Was this just some sick game she played with her prisoners right before she killed them? Was she just playing nice and get to know each other to lull hum into a false sense of security? Flynn thought silently to himself. He didn't really have a whole lot to his name. A few credits, his ship and that was all. So there was no reason he could think of to make nice with him before killing him.

"You mean other than getting thrown in here and you seeing me naked?" He snorted. Flynn looked up and thought for a second. "Fine." Flynn started. He was hungry enough to play her silly game. "I had a bounty a few months back. It was some creep who was stealing money from different businesses electronically. I don't recall how really, but he took a good bit of money." Flynn squinted at the ceiling remembering all the details. "Name was Cleve, or Clive. Something like that. Anyways, turns out this guy had an obsession with hookers. You know prostitutes?" Flynn started to get lost in the story and started smiling.

"So, I'm trying to find a girl, real hooker or not, to go undercover and help me catch him. Well, everyone I talked to wanted more money to do it than the bounty was worth. The bounty was about four thousand and these women were wanting eight, nine, and even ten thousand to help me. So, I'm in a bind. This guy's supposed to meet someone in the bar that next night. After that he was taking off and I had no idea what type of ship he had or anything. Just knew what he looked like. So, I had to do something right?"

Flynn sat a little more upright, and even faced Alyson. He was fully into his story now. He started gesturing wildly as he talked. "I, in my genius, decide to dress up like a hooker. The bar was dark and I'd have drinks sent over to him so he'd be too drunk too tell I was really a man. So I go buy clothes, a wig and some make-up." Flynn puts up his hand. "I didn't get a dress or anything. Just a pink tee shirt with a heart on it. All girly like. So I dress up and put the wig on and try my best to put on the make-up. Then I head to the bar."

"So, it actually goes down pretty much according to plan. I get him to my ship, knock him out and turn him in. However, that's not the embarrassing part. I turned him into the Federation still in full women's get-up. I didn't notice until I got back on my ship. Needless to say, I made a hideous woman and I did a horrible job putting on make-up. That dude I took in called me sexy though. So I guess that's something right?"

Flynn smirked as he finished his story. The things he did to get the job done. "So, I told you my embarrassing story. Now I have a question for you." He started, holding his arm slightly through the bars expecting the cereal. "You've got this big fancy place here. You've got plenty of money and people at your disposal." He paused for a second. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to know the answer to what he was about to ask, but he went ahead anyways. "Why are you down here with me?"