Anything that paid well enough was of interest to her. With some exceptions. Bronson didn't think hunting down some space pirate junkies could pose that much of a challenge, but it didn't hurt to take any precautions. The Cancer was an ideal place to meet with the others that signed on for the job. Deep down she hoped it wasn't too many, because that meant the more credits that had to be split between them.
And she wasn't fond of sharing.
As she stepped into the bar, she looked out through the lens that covered her eye, suddenly struck with a putrid stench. There was vomit to the far left corner, and a man heaving over it. Someone from the bar got up to deal with hit, and dragged the man out by his shirt, shoving passed Bronson as she walked in and looked out to someone that didn't look quite human at the bar.
"You, uh, here for the job too?" she asked.