Six watched the Yuan-ti as he spoke, watched the emotion flicker across his face in mannerisms almost entirely alien to his more human-centric experiences. He'd have to make a point of learning how to read this one, though for now the tone of voice and vocal inflections were a pretty good indicator. When he finished and held out his hand, Six pushed off his ship to stand wholly on his own two feet, but didn't yet uncross his arms.
"I can't promise you the first shot at Gortex. My list is full of people with a grudge against him, and most of them want his head as badly as you do. I'm not going to pretend to be their master any more than I am yours, so if one of them beats you to it, that's life I'm afraid." He took another step forward and uncrossed his arms. "That said, a team needs cohesion. I need to be able to trust that when the shit hits the fan, you can be relied on to follow my lead. You're not going to be any use if you can't be a team player, so I need to know now. Will you be able to follow orders during our missions? If not, you can go your merry way, no hard feelings. If so, you're still your own man off the clock. One hundred percent. That's the best I can do."
If the Yuan-ti accepted the offer, John would nod and grasp his hand firmly (and briefly) before retrieving a datachip from his jacket pocket and handing it to the other man. It would contain the coordinates for the meeting place on Red-6, as well as a timeframe for when the meeting in question was to take place.