Korynn Fleming, more appropriately known currently as 'Jakob Pak', has been enjoying a drink in the company of another spacer-looking type. They've been conversing quietly, with Korynn's eyes showing a deep curiosity with every man the word speaks. Eventually, 'Jakob Pak' smirks wryly, and hands a couple of credits in a discreet fashion toward the spacer, speaking another quiet word before rising to his feet, ever so slowly. It's a shame, really... that poor fellow just signed his death certificate, but he won't know it for a few days. With even footsteps, Jakob Pak moves toward the bar, where he leans on his hands and stares at the bartender.