Anjali curiously watched the androids load the goods, their blank faces looked creepy, like marionettes. The quasi human aspect of them was needless she decided as it did little to enhance them or render them more endearing. Dwayne’s reaction to them was…well, Dwayne’s. He was very good at keeping a poker face, something she wished she could emulate, especially in light of Bianca’s explanation of how much he clearly disliked them. After the business with the loading of the purchases, and unloading of the goods he sold, had concluded, they went both inside and per his one word order ‘bridge’, went straight away there.<br/><br/>She watched silently as he removed his insignia and put it away, and motioned for her to sit in her chair. Something was shared to her monitor and she looked at what looked like a summary of the outline of the job the egg-head had foisted on them. Thanks to Dwayne’s explanation, she knew that the trick Charlie had played on them was a rotten one, but trying to get out of it in any other way would put her at risk of discovery. She didn’t want to go back to being the bed toy and breeder to a people who saw her as property much like they would an expensive vehicle. Still, the monetary compensation was hefty and she glanced at him quickly. To her, the simple fact that he treated her like an equal on the ship was something, which would take time getting used to. She was accustomed to being ordered about, to being told what to do, whether it was to wear a certain dress, or to present her body on her back, on hands and knees or with her mouth open. That part she would never share with him, it was humiliating, and she was sure it would just disgust him and have him think her a whore. She had a lot of mental baggage about this, she needed to think about and understand it, but now was not the time. Maybe tonight? The whole thing with the riot in the bar was her fault, even though he said to the contrary. It had been her body, her dancing, and clearly her sexuality that had lead to the unrest. Could she help who she was? These thoughts would be examined later, in private.<br/><br/>Dwayne’s mention of food immediately had the effect of a very unladylike rumble in her tummy. “Yes, food sounds…uh good. Ahem…” she cleared her throat to mask the sound of her misbehaved stomach and got up. Bianca skittered ahead to the mess, her mechanical legs fast and sure in her environment. “I really need a shower, Dwayne, may I take one after the combat training you have in mind?” she asked as they walked there, as usual she had to almost jog to keep up with his long stride.<br/><br/>Bianca interjected “Crewman Anjali should be provided with the appropriate outer coverings for combat training exercises. Shall I have the replicator ready? I can access several designs from the omniweb.”<br/><br/>In Anjali’s earpiece she said privately ‘While the garments are not specifically categorized as girly stuff, I am finding anecdotal evidence that male humans appear to like snug fitting garments on human females.’<br/><br/>“Thank you for the information, Bianca, yes please program the replicator to manufacture a suitable combat training outfit for me,” replied Anjali with a smile. She liked Bianca, it was like having another woman on board in a way after all.<br/><br/>Anjali programmed the replicator to serve her a noodle goolash and made an immediate mental note not to do that again. But it was food and she was hungry and needed to eat. “Dwayne,” she choked out around the bite in her mouth, “please give me a list of the foods you deem most edible, and take note that this one is not it.” Her captain however, just snorted and then laughed while he ate something decidedly not goolash. Smart ass.<br/><br/>By the time they were done eating, Bianca announced the completion of the manufacturing process of the new garments. Shoes, socks, some rather snug looking pants, a bra like thing and wrist guards. All were a plain, gunmetal gray, not exactly her best color but then Bianca had warned her that it wasn’t going to look girly.<br/><br/>“Thank you, Bianca,” she said and smiled at the little AI. ”I’ll go put them on, wanna come with me?” she stood and placed her tray in to the automated cleaning receptacle. “With your permission, Captain?”