Thrift jumps off the refueling pad to meet Daria and company, his metal feet clanging against the deck and sending up sparks as he lands.
"Business is good, little lady!" the junkion says happily, offering his hand for a handshake.
"Now, unless I've forgotten, I don't believe we've ever met, though it appears you've heard of me- not a surprise, really. Anywho, who might you be?"