Is this where they keep the housewares? [D5, EA Warehouse]

[Quinn Largo]

"Never heard of the Largo family?" She was quite genuinely stunned, "Are *all* your clients from no-name little outer rim outfits then? No, I think we're done. I know where the exit is."

[Flession]

"W-wait a minute." He looked stunned about this turn of events unsure of what just happened. "I mean, if you w-wait a minute we can sort this out, miss." He looked onward at her, nervous as if he had done something to risk his job.

"I'm sorry, miss, but it's what w-we gotta do. You w-wouldn't w-want anyone w-wandering around here w-without permission, right?"

[Quinn Largo]

"We'll be seeking a business contract elsewhere, so it really doesn't matter to me. And as I said earlier, I am on a tight schedule."

[Quinn Largo]

[spending a destiny to have things go my way with the boss communication stuff, per GM talk]

[Flession]

He continues to fumble across over to her, stammering about what to say next, until he stops and and presses against his ear. "Miss Largo!" He says. "Mr. Ribmatt cleared you. He also sends his apologies for the mix-up on this and will personally stop by later to ensure this is smoothed out."

His face looked more nervous at the mention of his boss' name. Already was starting to look bad for his job prospects.

[Quinn Largo]

She had been about to leave. And making quite the scene of it too. But Ribmatt clearing her was... unexpected. Dangerous maybe. What was he playing at? There was no time to contemplate that, though.

"Hmpf... well. I'll expect him to show some actual respect and contrition when that happens. Maybe he'll even manage to convince us to stay on with you after all. Fine... I suppose this trip doesn't have to be a waste after all. Show me the rest, then."

[Flession]

He looks at her nervously. "Yes ma'am. Of course ma'am." He nodded firmly and awaited instructions for her, his face red from the near nervous breakdown of everything.

[Quinn Largo]

"I believe I had asked to see the storage area, didn't I?"

[Flession]

"Right, yes. Storage. Yes." He seems a bit flustered about it. He continues on to the main storage area of the floors. It's quite unremarkable of a area, really. There are pallets of items, labeled with numbers to give it a sense of anonymity. As well as as several cases of other things that would allow for it to be there. "This is the main storage area. Yes. So yeah." He continues to try to compile himself from the experience that just occured.

[Quinn Largo]

She followed along; keeping an eye out for any datapads. "How do you keep track of contents and ownership?"

[Flession]

"Each of these pallets have a code attached to it. We have a translation w-written back in security to figure out w-which one belongs to w-who." He nods eagerly. "That w-way, we keep all people from entering here clueless about their contents."

[Quinn Largo]

"I see," she said, with a professional nod.

Dumbass...

"What else can you show or tell me?"

[Flession]

He gives a thoughtful look and shrugs. "I dunno, miss Largo. Are you satisfied with your inspection so far?" He racked his brain around for a few moments, thinking about what else he could point out. It was quite apparent he had never been put in a situation where he had to sell his job before.

[Quinn Largo]

She stared back at him, not saying a word. Clearly she was expecting him to come up with something; or at least that's the image she tried to convey. Really, it was a fishing expedition at this point; maybe he'd say more than he should if he felt pressured.

[Flession]

He stared back, thinking of what else he could mention to help continue. Like she was expecting something more to come from it, only he had no idea what else to show. It was floor, crates...few doors, bathroom...droid storage. None of those things would really be of any interest to someone like her. His face showed to be quite nervous about it all and he just let it sit there in a largely awkward silence for a few moments longer.

[Dartris Ribmatt]

"Ahh, Miss Largo!" Shouted a man with a unfamiliar twang to his voice. In came in Ribmatt, with a large smile on his face as he approaches, his tone and mannerism showed quite a prideful manner to it. Like he was a cat who found where the catnip was hidden. As he approached, he looked on at Fitz. "That'll be all...Fitz, right? Yes, thank you for entertaining the miss here until I could make my way here. Hopefully he did was a adequate guide for you until I could make my way over here."

[Quinn Largo]

Shit. I knew this was a bad idea.

"You must be Mr.Ribmatt," she said, maintaining her persona of important-person-ness.

[Dartris Ribmatt]

He extends his hand to Quinn, greeting. "Yes, so finally glad to meet you here. Now, Fitz, why don't you go on back outside and get back to work. I'm sure you have other, more important things to do." Fitz nervously looks at his boss and back over at Quinn. "Nice to meet you, Miss Largo." He begins to peddle off as Ribmatt stared at him leaving until the door was closed, turning his back to Quinn with a amused smile.

"Well Miss Largo, don't you dress up nicely." The smile continued as he looked at her some more. "So, on my way over here, I was thinking about the name Largo. I know it well enough, but what I'm trying to figure out is why someone like you would use it so casually. Cause knowing that family, they don't particularly like their name being used by random people. If they find out about it...well...I'd hate to think what would happen." He moved in a step closer to give a sense of intimidation with his height as he kept his eyes locked on Quinn. "So...I want to know why a smart girl like you thought it'd be a good idea to use a name like that for a job like this."

[Quinn Largo]

She wasn't allowing herself to show any sign of being intimidated by the gesture, and she smiled.

"It was just quick thinking, really. I needed a name to make your employees think I was with someone important in this line of business, and it was the first name that popped into mind. But surely you're not the sort of man to tell on a little girl just because she took some of your money playing Sabaac?"

[Dartris Ribmatt]

"No, I won't. Those guys outside? They may look into it. Get you flagged. Then the Largos Family contacts my boss, to which I have to investigate and deal with the person who decided to throw that name around. Then where does that lead me to? Well, you. It may come a surprise to you, Quinn, but I'd rather not turn you over to a crime family if I can help it. You're a smart kid, you have potential in this business. Don't want to see you get captured or killed making a rookie mistake like that."

He looks down. "This is why I came to help you out of the jam you found yourself in. Hopefully you remember this solid the next time we find ourselves at a card table together."