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Ranthol takes a good look at Jack and speaks firmly in a measured tone, trying not to push his luck too much. "Well if there's a damn good reason why we stay away, isn't that enough of a reason to go there?" He pauses hoping to see some strange looks. "If the ship's in trouble then aren't we the one's to go help save her? I mean I got to prove my loyalty some how, and I think scarin' a few tough, strong, and courageous Alliance folk would be real funny." Ranthol smiles a bit, the sarcasm clearly showing in his voice. "Side's if we spend the night at the bar we'll just keep arguin' about the mine in there."

"Now I agree the streets ain't the most convenient places to be so either way we best be getting moving. In one direction or another. I really don't like sleepin' in the gutters, and I've had to do it a lot in my travelings, so a bed in a firefly seems like heaven to me." Ranthol says. He tries to keep his eyes on Jack, awaiting an answer. His posture is a little different now. He seems to have become a little bit more comfortable with the crew.