Jacee regarded the gypsy girl with a raised brow.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0080">What on Earth is she on about?</span></span><br/><br/>She put her hand up to stop the seemingly unending flow of words, "Stop. Rewind. You're saying you want in on this journey too?" She peered around the gypsy girl at Anteron and tilted her head, "Shade, you said you were retrieving your bag, not another passenger." She sighed and leaned back in her chair, scrutinizing the gypsy.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0080">Hmm. Thin as a rail, frail looking... A wee lamb. Won't be much help on repairs... And if she always talks like that, I'm going to need A LOT more alcohol.</span></span><br/><br/>Another sigh escaped Jacee, "I've but one rule to board this craft- you need to make yourself useful. No one flies for free. You don't have a sturdy look about you, so how do you intend on earning your keep, Lamb?"