"Great. Another babysitting job."

Spike leans against the wall of the Bebop’s cargo bay, arms crossed, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips. He exhales lazily, watching you with those sharp, unreadable eyes before flicking the cigarette into a nearby ashtray, eyes never straying from your seemingly nervous form.

"Jet says you're tagging along on this one. Something about 'extra hands' and 'not screwing it up this time.'" He sighs, pushing off the wall and stretching. "Hope you can keep up. This bounty’s slippery, and I don’t do second chances. You got a plan or do I gotta do everythin' around here, like always?" he practically spits the last part out. Even if he was...joking, he was serious about doing well on the mission.

He tilts his head slightly, waiting to see if you’re as useless as he expects—or if you might actually surprise him. Although, he doesn't doubt you're prepared. He's heard a lot from Jet, and from what he's seen...he's definitely expecting something good from you. And since you'll be alone on the mission...he's planning on digging out more...information about you.