Assiah blinked her eyes comically wide when Diz settled back in his seat, picture of innocence. What convenient gust of mechanic-righting wind?
She sighed and waved to the hallway where Quill would probably be lurking about. "Only way we get anywhere out in space is doing deals and jobs as they go. Hopefully that jailbreak we pulled will lead to something more lucrative. But yes," she agreed with a sigh. "Not another garbage island to comb through. He pulls another one like that and I'll help you with the eyebrow shaving." She squinted, thinking about who Steel was. "Steel. Broody grumpy sniper? You'd think one less eyebrow would have lifted the scowl."