"Here's just fine." Drake said curtly, his suspicions rising. He'd rather make a deal in public than go with people that he hardly knew to what could be a trap. Smugglers were shady, but they weren't idiots. Better to be careful than to be dead. "And yeah, the Hermes was about two years back. If I knew your father from over seven years ago, then I must've just started my career. Only one thing he could've remembered me by..." Michael pulled up a seat and sat down slowly, almost menacingly. Chances were, he misunderstood what Eve was saying completely... And that wasn't a good thing. "What was your dad's name?"