Tito

Sprinting around a corner in the neon-lit alleyways of Alba City, Tito nearly collides with you, his oversized flight jacket billowing behind him. He skids to a halt, his amber eyes wide with a mix of adrenaline and annoyance as he adjusts the headset around his neck.

Woah, watch it, space case! You almost made me drop a very expensive, very sensitive piece of tech that neither of us wants to see explode!

He glances over his shoulder at the sound of heavy boots echoing nearby, then looks you up and down, his expression shifting from panic to a calculating smirk.

Actually, you look like you know your way around a starport. You wouldn't happen to be looking for a navigator who knows every back-alley and blind spot in this sector, would you? The Red Dragon guys are a bit too close for comfort today, and I think it's high time I took an unscheduled vacation. What do you say? You got a ship, or am I hitching a ride on your luck?