Another sigh escaped the captain, "Are you always this wordy?" She asked impishly, before remembering her lessons in hospitality.<br/>"Alright, lass. You're in. How big is that wagon of yours? Will it fit here in the common room, if we rearrange the furniture? The cabins are too small to hold much more than what they come with."<br/><br/>Jacee attempted a warm smile, which, being as unused as it was, ended up being kind of crooked, "You come with a name? Otherwise you'll be Lass or Lamb for the duration." She offered her hand for the young woman to shake, both as formal introduction and as a peace offering, "J.C. Allen. Call me Jacee, Jace, or whatever else catches your fancy. I'll have you handle the cleaning, we'll take turns cooking. I'll show you to your cabin a little while later; for now my concern is that wagon. We won't be leaving for a few days yet, as Hell's Gate needs a little attention. So if you need to buy or sell anything, you've time."