She dumps a bag down on the countertop. It's full of dried fish, expertly salted and packed. "I do. In exchange, I require your skills." That accomplished, she goes to sit down in front of him, seemingly having no difficulty in displaying her back. There's a large gash diagonally down across her shoulder and over her spine, the result of a thankless fight with a local gang in Earth.

It's only the fact that she can't personally reach it that brought her here.

"Fix this, and we will call it even."