Jacobson looked up and examined the small figure that stood across the table from him. The young woman couldn't have been over 19, and she looked as if she was suffering from some sort of withdrawal. Jacobson softened his expression, gave a slight smile with the corner of his mouth, and motioned for her to take a seat. "Yes, I'm Jacobson, it's good to meet you." He removed his sunglasses and placed them on top of his hat. He waved to the 'bartender', or what passed for one in the place, and asked for a water. "So, who are you? What've you done before for to consider joining a mercenary group?"