Chapter Three
The Alien franchise does not scare me, it just makes me bloody sad, because Ridley Scott always feels the need to kill off the best, well developed characters...darn...
"So what's your name?" Drake questioned the girl.
Still laughing, she got up and walked over to the bunk where he was sitting and firmly shook his hand, "Jenette Vasquez, nice to meet you."
"Mark Drake."
She grinned. "Well Drake, I know you think you saved me, but Roy would have totally kicked your ass if I hadn't sacked him." She nodded knowingly. "He may not look it but he's a good fighter. And I'm guessing that since you didn't know that, you're new here?"
"Yeah, this is my first month."
"What are you in for?" She asked unabashedly.
"Grand theft auto." He stated proudly.
"Pshh, that's nothing." She snorted at him.
"What! That's pretty impressive. What did you do that's so deserving of praise?"
"I castrated a twenty year old pedophile." She said nonchalantly.
"No fucking way." Drake waved his hand dismissing her claim. "There's no way a ten year old could possibly do that."
"Hey! I'm fourteen!"
"Yeah and I'm fucking Santa Claus."
"With those eyebrows you might as well be." She looked him over. "What are you? A fucking albino?"
Drake touched his head sensitively, "I just don't tan well..."
Vasquez regarded him incredulously, "Anyway thanks for helping me."
"If that's what you call saving your hide," He snorted, "You're welcome."