Yes

You say you could easily go to the island, but inquire as to why you would need to go. They shake their heads, sliding a metal cube over to you. You notice on the top of the box is the same symbol tattooed onto your hand.

"Just give that to a Autom called Daedalus, it'll know what to do."
The other snorts, finishing his drink, "He'll pay you as well. Dunno how though. It can be a bit odd with how he pays people?"

The other elucidates, "Remember he paid us once in pineapples. Said he was paying us in obscure shapes. Didn't sit well until we discovered the next job was on Roóa." He nods to you, "They can't grow the buggers, rare import. Lotsa money."

You pick up the cube. It seems quite weighty, the metal cool to touch, the inside shifting as though some heavy weight is rolling about inside of its own volition. It is however big enough to pocket.

They point to the door, "We'll know when its been delivered." They return to the smoke and drink, acting like they had never spoken to you.