Crow excuses himself, rising from the table to go order another whiskey, and plate of stew to go with it. Nothing turns whiskey sour like an empty belly. He sat down again, musing to himself about the risks. Why hadn't CAS taken their ship back? Sure, it was a long way from their waters to begin with - so what the hell had it been doing there in the first place - and it was a bit old, but why just abandon it? Taking a photo of the gun with his own glasses, so he could look it up later and get a datasoft on it.
Wait, hang on, he hadn't been listening. It should be in Mexico? Well, that explained a few things, but asked a few more questions. Why weren't the crew on there? The thing was, either the captain knew but wasn't going to tell, or he didn't have an idea either. The likely answer was another crew had stolen the boat and abandoned it after crashing it. Which might present a few options but then's what he was along for. Besides, it was not like he had another payday waiting, or too many people to shoot.
"I'm in too, then," the elf said briefly, settling back fully in his chair.