Brac wasn't sure what he had done to deserve a shipmate who was also a barista.
It wasn't even, typically, a joke; it was genuinely rather nice to have someone on board who could actually brew a cup of caf that didn't make the drinker want to throw up after drinking. That she managed to accomplish this with nothing but some basic-ass caf grinds and some fancy sugars was enough to convince him that she was absolutely worth keeping around.
"This is some gourmet shit." he complimented her as he took a sip of his caf, leaning against the side of their ship's ramp as he waited with her, "Seriously. Never thought a professional caf maker was much of a job before but now?"
He noisily slurped some of the caf.
"This almost makes up for the fact that it's fucking raining and our contact is keeping us waiting because he's a waste of fucking skin." he expanded, glaring off into the distance as the rain lashed down around them, "If his credits weren't usually good I'd have had issue with this... but we can lug cargo, right?"
After all - that was all they were doing!
They were hauling cargo and that was true. The legality of said cargo was very much up for debate but he didn't really feel like admitting that to her. She had either figured out they were smugglers by now or there was wilful ignorance going on which meant she wasn't ever going to 'find out'. Honestly? He could work with either.
@Killa Ree