Jonah listened, nodded, and suddenly wanted a smoke. The fresh air coming from Eavesdown Docks was filling his lungs nicely, but he immediately desired to fog it back up again. Bad Jonah. "I see how you mean. Travelling feet gotta do what they do. We'll be setting down at many planets. You'll probably see every location between here and... wherever's furthest from here." This was why he wasn't the navigator. "Probably take a few credits or two. Would have to settle it with the Captain, but I'm all for bargaining with you, if you want to make it more personal."
He edged his way towards him, had a scan of the crowd outside, then lingered by the doorway. He was attempting to surpress the desire to light up right now. "What do you do for your work, then, mister...?"