Brick hated greeting duty. Going out to the docks and waiting for a new shuttle to come in was the most boring shit Lilith made him do but he couldn't deny that it was his turn. Mordecai had even taken the last two shifts for him because he'd bitched so much about not wanting to do it. But there was only so many times the hunter could cover for him.

Seven hours now and nothing. Either this shuttle was late or it had been shot out of the sky before getting close enough. That pissed him off even more because not knowing meant he had to wait another fifteen hours before nightfall. Fed up, he ditched the Technical and headed to the nearest bar to get a meal.

"The usual," he barked. He'd frequented the place often enough that they knew his face, knew not to charge him the "tourist" cost for the meals and risk getting their faces punched in. He'd been here long enough to know when he was being taken advantage off.

"Running low on skag?" Brick dipped his soup into the watery bowl of stuff that was supposed to be stew. It looked and smelled pathetic.

"Runnin' low on everything." the cook replied with a shrug as he continued tending to the things on his grill. "Maybe we're overhuntin' 'em this year."

"You need someone to make a run for you?" Tossing the spoon aside, he took up the whole bowl and started putting it back. It was more water than stew, and those definitely weren't vegetables he was crunching on. He knew better to not ask.

"When you got time, thanks. I know that Siren's been keeping you busy...?" The chef lifted his head to peer out the window. At first, Brick wasn't sure what had piqued his interest, but with just the two of them in the bar, it was easy to pick up the muffled blare of music from outside. What the heck?

"You got friends... I think."

Brick slammed the half-empty bowl back down onto the counter and booked it back outside. If he'd missed the landing of a shuttle, Lilith would never let him live it down. The music, however, was coming from his own Technical... and there was someone inside.

"Hey."

The silhouette raised something to their face and lowered it again. Brick paused, thinking it was someone toying with him, aiming a gun at him as a playful gesture. Too bad he didn't play like that, which stoked his temper.

"Hey."

He tightened the knot on his bandanna and stormed over to the truck. The more he neared, the clearer the form became until he discovered a woman sitting inside, the seat leaned all the way back, and one of Mordecai's hidden bottles cracked open and pressed to her lips.

"HEY!" he screamed over the music; it was only then that the woman even noticed him and snapped up to attention, switching off the radio.

Oh. Apparently, this car belonged to someone else. Whoops!

"Get out of my car!"

Amara raised her hands and did as she was asked, backing out of the open door as slowly as possible to show she meant no harm. This guy was big, bigger than her. This would definitely be an interesting tussle under different circumstances, i.e. not being jumped on.

"What the hell's that?"

Amara blinked and looked to the bottle that was still in her hands.

"This... is vodka. It warms my heart." She cracked a smile, knowing full well that wasn't what he was asking.

"That's Mordy's stash, put it back!"

"This Mordy or whoever shouldn't have left it where a girl can find it." She made her way around the Technical, her hands still up, until she stood a few feet from him. "You wanna start over?"

She didn't wait for an answer before she chucked the contents of the bottle right into Brick's face. She didn't wait for him to respond or defend himself, using the moment to drive her fist right into his stomach. A surprised grunt escaped him as he hurried to scrape the booze out of his eyes, his leg shifting back to keep his balance.

Amara blinked up in surprise. That's definitely wasn't what was supposed to happen.

The large brawler chuckled deep and low as he wiped at his face with his shirt collar. It was almost feral, stuck somewhere between the growl of a lion and the cackle of a hyena.

"You messed with the wrong guy. Now, I'm not usually a fan of punching women in the face, but-"

Another strike to his chin took him by surprise. She was quick, quick and savage and daring. A few stars sprung into his vision and Brick knew, he knew, that this one was going to be interesting.

Once he shook the stars away, he readied his stance and touched at his ECHO.

"Hey, Lil? Shuttle's landed and someone's decided to get punchy."

Lilith's heavy sigh sounded annoyed more than angry.

"Try to keep 'em in one piece, I guess?"

"Oh, and she's a Siren." He thumbed at his nose, his eyes tracing the swirls down her arm.

Amara jumped at the sound of hands slapping the table coming from the ECHO device.

"Then don't rough her up too much, Brick. We need all the help we can get."

The ECHO cut out with a hiss of static as Brick returned his attention to the woman before him. A smile split his scar-cracked lip, making him look more vicious than he intended.

"Look like it's your lucky day, uh... what do I call you?"

Amara blinked in surprise. Was it usual for this guy to get someone's name before turning their face into bacon?

"Amara. Nice name, Brick." He was definitely built like a house, she'd give him that much.

"How'd you-... oh, right. I'll try not to hurt you too much."

"Should say the same for you, big guy."