Navarre, followed closely by the smaller Andorian moved to a table where a slender light skinned black man sat waiting. "Something keep you?" He glanced up over his coffee cup. "Business." He sat down and indicated for the girl to sit. "Waitress." He threw a hand up. "I ordered the drinks you asked for." The man stared questioningly at Navarre. "Food." Navarre chuckled. "Before we talk opportunities; I want to eat." He glanced over at the girl. "Order whatever you want." "I can?" She stared at him in awe. "You can." Navarre shook his head slowly and laughed. "It's called being free. Having the freedom to order what you like." "What's the catch?" She stared at him with suspicion in her eyes. "I thought the same thing last night in the brig with him." The other man glanced over at her with a grin. "But I think it's going to be interesting at the very least." "To opportunities." Navarre grabbed his glass of blood wine just as the waitress arrived at the table. None of them notice the woman approaching them.