Jack taps his lapel mic on and he jogs up the stairs to the stage from the dancefloor, his next victim in tow. "All right, ladies and gentleman. I've got something a little special for you next. Now, he and I only met yesterday, but I'm sure the name Cisco Ramon is familiar to a few of you. This brave young man was at the heart of the explosion that destroyed bot processing, the facility whose rebuilding we're here raising money for tonight. A lesser person might have given the Ball a pass, but he's here, showing his support, not asking anything of any of us that he's not willing to give himself." He pauses here, nods his head solemnly and claps his hands, waiting for the answering applause from the crowd to die down. "When he found out that there was even more he could do to help raise funds, of course he wanted to be part of it. Not only a brilliant engineer, but a fabulously nice person, and I know I'm not the only one with fingers itching to run through that hair. Well, you'll never know how soft it really is if you don't bid. Let's open things up with fifty credits. Who'll bid fifty credits for a dance with our young hero?"