Just outside the flow of foot traffic of the central marketplace lies an area where several food carts like to set up shop for the day. The area is quieter by comparison to the rest of the market, but the few seats and small curtain advertising the shop's name acts to buffer some of the sound out so the occupants can enjoy close company or a quiet drink. Six stools extend from the front of the cart with a small counter top to support their food and drink which are on display in-between the patrons and the owner/cook.

As she led Mo M'avoe to one of the "private" booths at the food cart Tiana glanced at her cred chip, it wasn't terribly low, but still at a worrisome level, "Luckily this job should help that out." she thinks as she waves at the droid behind the grill, "Two specials Z4." she says happily, paying for Mo's food too.  The QDSM was where the regular inhabitants of the Berg came to eat, less pomp and circumstance than the cantinas and gambling parlors, [Language unknown: "M stck ha oustiohis patoto mies, us it lanoeeti olmowi, el ri, li tinar era, wittioess hiis ckesnd, not me ei."]

Mo hauled himself up onto the stool, kind of a "hop" to balance his stomach on the well worn surface of the seat before he hauled himself up into a sitting position with his legs dangling under his robe.

 He said eagerly , then turned his hooded visage towards the half human.  He asked, obviously not really expecting her to know, but making conversation. From his tone he was pleased  with even the prospect of work.

Tiana takes a bite when the food arrives and chews thoughtfully for a second, the flavors aren't great but at least it is warm, [Language unknown: "At stekce for, ngetai ou ere evni k i ismioucenc on inencefo ect wiinallo? Ch unncca thoticwas yinth for po u ho erestitho?"] she thinks for a bit longer as she eats, occasionally taking a sip of the "beer" that came with the food, [Language unknown: "Os eseein nd ore ortlo ndera n pl erble houek wapopl lo eenis conerewhi ch sanlartha itat beon whibutonscom?"]

"I hope it's big" the Jawa replied excitedly as he slid over his food. "A real ship, not just some crashed fighter. It would hardly matter what kind, but I have not worked on a real ship for a long time now."

It practically went without saying that just about everyone would like their own ship. But while well armed military craft or sleek luxury models might inhabit the dreams of many, Mo was not so picky, although he did have an appreciation for history.

And of course this would not be "their" ship, but even working on one had a certain thrill.

"I can hardly wait...how many workers were they looking for?" He asked as he dug into his food, the morsels vanishing beneath his hood as he plucked out handfuls without the need for utensils.

"It didn't say on the board." Tiana replies, noting that Mo had dropped using Jawa, so followed suit, "The job was actually very vague, the pay offer was 300 credits but it didn't say whether that was person or if it was split.  Hopefully it's per person, and if not hopefully we don't have 10 people join us." she continues eating, making sure to not waste anything, checking her comm from time to time.  "Wish they'd hurry up and get back to us, need to get to work, I got my eye on a DUM droid to help us with odd jobs."

Tiana snatches her comm as it goes off, "This is it Mo!" she exclaims, "They called us back." she wolfs the rest of her food down, washing it down with a small swallow of the beer.  "You ready?  They want us to meet them in Bay M-19." she says and waits for Mo to finish his food.

OOC:  To the mission thread!