You get vibes? What are you now, some kind of Jedi?

[ She seems amused by that, leaning to one hip with her arms loosely folded. Wryly, as she continues to blatantly take advantage of the view: ]

The only things you know about me are that I kill for credits, I smoke too much, and I only need half a drink before I'll let a pretty pilot put his dick in me. And you think I'm one of the good ones?