Sam and the master at arms were there to greet her, the latter offering her a hand down from the vehicle. His broad frame wore what passed for a duty uniform aboard ship: space-black coveralls with navy rank insignia on the collar and cuffs but no indication of what Navy he was with. the ship's old insignia patch, worn on the right breast opposite the name "Harkness" was intact, at least, identifying it as "CL-1901". His sturdy, 6'3" heavyworlder frame pegged him as a native of the 1.38G world of Chaffee.<br/>"I'm captain Sam harkness, Gemenese Merchant Starship<i>Manticore</i>," he said, "I'm sorry but we weren't able to identify the ship that destroyed your mothership, nor did we find any survivors. I'm afraid also this isn't the first time we've seen raiders shoot and run, though never quite at such a close range."<br/>He took a breath, steeling himself before continuing. He motioned to the woman opposite her. The barely 5' woman had skin almost as black as Sam's uniform and wore the green and gray pseudo-camoflage outfit of Gemenese Marines, minus insignia, and minus sleeves. The tiny woman was clearly heavily-built and had nary a gram of fat anywhere.  "Master-at-arms, Mika Douglas," he motioned over his shoulder to the vacsuited young man holding a helmet with a painted white rabbit on its flank, "and you've already met my chief pilot, Peter McCandless."<br/><br/>It was then that he looked her over properly, "and you are, miss..."