Selene watched with inner amusement as expressions came and went from the face of the creature across from her. She thought there might have even been a touch of frustration there. It was hard to tell without a telltale heartbeat or other physical changes, and who really knew what sort of emotions the facial expressions of this creature actually meant. Selene certainly didn't. But she did raise an eyebrow when it said it wanted to hire both her and her ship.
And then it kept talking...
"Oh, child..." Selene rested her left elbow on the table and let her face fall forward into her open hand. Full facepalm. "By all the saints," she said quietly, and then looked up. "You want to hire my ship and I for a quick trip to Taris? Why do I get the impression you haven't a clue who I am, or which ship out there is mine? A quick trip? The Banshee cruises at a nice comfortable three. Slow. Her flat out, emergency, burn out the engines sprint is only a one point eight. That's because she's not some souped-up courier or a trash hauler tweaked one breakdown away from the junk pile. She's a registered privateer. A gunship. Convoy escort, pirate hunter. Small, high-risk cargo hauled through chancy places. A few passengers who aren't in a hurry who want to be sure they will get where they are going. I'll rarely even start up the mains for less than fifty thousand in advance."
Folding her hands together in front of her on the table, there was a touch of sadness to Selene's smile. "This was either a really poorly planned meeting, or you really are that naive, and need to go back home for a while before you try to play with the big kids." She made a small brushing away motion with one hand along the table top. "Whoever, whatever you might be, next time do your homework."