The two of them both turned to the voice, the woman's reception decidedly cooler, but Poe himself looked hopeful. Should he have been worried about someone just overhearing all his conversations in a bar? Probably. But Poe had never been good with subtlety.

"In the market for one, yeah," He said easily, giving a winning smile. "Or more specifically - looking for a ship that needs a pilot, in exchange for getting off this rock. Something my friend here is equally interested in."

He gestured to the woman and she gave him a little bit of a look but the forced a smooth smile to her lips.

"I'm particularly skilled with difficult and dangerous flying conditions, so if you've got a ship and need to make a run somewhere that you're not comfortable flying to yourself, I'm your guy."