Bass smiled, though there was maybe something a little bleak behind it, even as he raised his glass slightly in return. Sure, he was doing fine at this point, but Alex didn't know him, didn't know the things he'd done. He did fine with surface acquaintances, but, really...he had yet to make one real friend here, and the one he thought he had had just left him, so.

"For help vouching for you for a job?" He arched an eyebrow. "Well, if I get to know you a little better, I could probably help with that."

It took him a moment to realize how that sounded, in the context of this place, and he winced a bit. "That came out sounding way more creepy than I intended it to. I'm not talking any quid pro quo or whatever. Just...I vouch for you and something goes amiss, I'm the one held responsible, so. I know some facts about you, and that you're good in a fight, but..."

Honestly, Bass doesn't even care if something blows back on him, per se, but the paranoia and not rushing to just trust someone is too ingrained for him to just leap to making offers.

"Might be we could use some help here, but I'd have to talk to my boss. She's very particular in who she hires, and I certainly don't know you well enough, yet, to go to her and make a case for you." Like, could Alex be trusted to keep his mouth shut about the shadier dealings that went on here? Bass had no idea, and that he wasn't going to risk. Maybe he didn't care what happened to him from .Duplicity's authorities, but he'd promised Qi'ra she could trust him, and he wasn't risking that for a pretty face and a great ass.