For someone who dedicated their life to putting people back together, Dr. Khan sure did like to try to rub them raw.  Maybe it was her way of guaranteeing she had job security?  No matter, and it really was no matter, because the St. Anne was a civilian vessel and even though by millennia old tradition Iona had an absurd amount of authority aboard her ship, she wasn't a stickler for protocol that wasn't directly related to safe operations of the old<i>Dodger</i>class.  If the Doctor saw fit to call her Iona rather than Captain it didn't perturb Iona a bit.  Khan was good, as good as she was gruff, and that was all that mattered.  Let her have her moments and choose not to die on the hill of formality.<br/><br/>"Keep in mind the difference between want and need, Doctor," she answered.  "And negotiate the price then hit them up with a cash offer to sweeten it."  Unlike credits shared electronically, cash wasn't traceable and that meant income that wasn't taxable.  The St. Anne carried a good selection of cash and other more tangible bartering specie like exotic crystals or just plain old gemstones for situations when getting into or out of port called for a little baksheesh.  Iona was about to speak further when Donovan arrived and spoke her name as a greeting that she acknowledged with a slight upward then downward motion of her chin.<br/><br/>"Take someone with you," Iona ordered, and it was clear in her tone it was an order and not one she cared to have debate about.  As a balm to Sonakshi's pride she added, "I don't want you to wake up in another ship's hold with a fuzzy head and shanghaied aboard as their new and involuntary medic.  The Anne needs you."<br/><br/>"Got anyone in mind or do you want me to choose?"<br/><br/>With her back to the hatch, Iona hadn't noticed Thomyris' arrival.