Mingo and Fanty settle back against their hanging bench, exchanging looks.

"You're unpredictable, Mal." Fanty favors him with a pitying smile. "Which is the worst thing to be in this business. Mingo and me, we's greedy. Could set your watch by our greed; it wavers never. But you -- you run when you ought to fight, fight when you ought to deal."

"Makes a business person twitchy."

Mingo's shaking his head in sorrowful agreement. "Adding in the fact that your ship's older than the starting point of time and you can see you's charity cases to the likes of us."

Their smile are shark's smiles.