Markus sat at the cockpit out of habit, and made himself busy by jerryrigging the controls to open the hatch for them when they arrived. Jocasta poked her head in, and then plopped down on the seat beside him as he worked. There really was no need for a cockpit, but it was there in case of emergencies if passengers were aboard. Once Markus asked her about her plan for the [i]God's Eye[/i], she retorted in her usual tongue-in-cheek manner, and he gave a small grin to himself.

"If we did that, then he wouldn't know it was us who took his ship." He told her, bending down to realign a few wires. She watched him with her arms crossed on the small, albeit thick railing between their chairs.

"I heard you were wanted in a few star systems. Do you really want to be chased more, or do you just want to be popular wherever you go?" She asked.

"Like I said," He grunted, pulling himself out from under the dash, running his hand through his thick head of dark hair. "You don't have to help if you don't want to." Markus fell back into the chair and got comfortable for the remainder of the journey.

"I could never leave my darling fiancé in his time of need!" Jocasta said in a high-pitched, whimsical manner, dramatically laying her head on his shoulder, her thick hair tickling his nose. He glanced at her and smirked at her shakespearean manner. 

"I'll trust your plan, babe." He told her to play along, reaching up to flip a switch on the top panel. Markus sighed, thinking about through the last few days in his temporary partnership with Jocasta. It was true she was crazy, but to his surprise, it wasn't in a dangerous way. He wouldn't say he was bad with people, but no one was going to hand him a public relations medal anytime soon, yet he felt like Jocasta had a magic key that opened up any door, either through guile or her hacking skills. That, coupled with the fact she could at least hold her own in a fight, despite himself he was considering offering her a partnership. Usually he worked alone, but despite himself she was growing on him quickly. "But to your question, infamy can be a good thing in our line of work." 

"It's good to be a target for bounty hunters?" She asked wryly.

"That's an added risk, but a reputation gets you jobs." He remarked.

"Jobs where people screw you over?" She chimed in with a dazzling smile. 

He chuckled. "That's my point. If we pull this off, some potentate will think twice before double crossing us. And the others will know we keep our word and get jobs done." 

The lovely woman lifted her head and placed her hands together, bowing to him with her eyes closed. "Thank you Sifu, you are as wise as you are handsome." 

"Flattery won't get you extra credit." He replied wryly, checking the ETA on the screen. Still fifteen minutes to go before visibility.

"And what would? I can do a handstand too. Shall I belly dance? Once we get your sword I can juggle it?" She asked each question with a different cadence, clearly having fun teasing him. 

"We'll discuss it over drinks-" 

"That you're paying for." She pointed out amusedly. 

"Yeah, yeah." 

The ship began to rumble as it slowed its ascent, and a red light pinged above them. In the distance, the [i]God's Eye[/i] floated much as it had two days when Markus had arrived with the mutants. This time, he wouldn't leave without a prize.