Fletcher had stepped in the bar for the first time in a while, not counting bringing in the box with the corpse. He walked by Silver and heard her talking.
"I wouldn't worry too much," Fletcher said. "Morgan he...he knows his business. True, piracy or...smuggling if you want to be polite, though Morgan will admit to being a pirate. Anyways, though it wasn't exactly his choice of jobs, he is very good at what he does. Looks out for his crew."
"You're gonna get me teary eyed, Fletcher," Morgan said as he walked back in the bar.
"Oh look at you," Fletcher replied jokingly, "coming in all sarcastic and I'm saying nice stuff about you too."
"Seriously," Morgan said fighting to hide a smirk, "I'm gonna cry. I'll ruin my nice shirt."
"You mean the shirt with the blood stain on it?" Fletcher questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"See why I marooned this guy?" Morgan said. "Complete pain in the ass."
Morgan chuckled and gave a slight wink at Silver to show this was all friendly teasing towards Fletcher.
Gaz walked back in and said, "Well, I see you started the party without me. I sent a message to Cortex. Ready whenever everyone else is."