"What?!" Jana and Beryl said simultaneously.
"What do you mean we ain't taking it!" Jana continued. "It's 20,000 credits! Dodgy or not, we need a job, Nic." And then she gave him 'the look'.
Beryl, who knew that particular look well, took a side step towards the door. "Uh, oh...," she said under her breath.
Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)