The music was loud, industrial metal resonating around the cockpit around her. The old space vessel was well maintained, kept clean despite the work it was used for. Her bright blue eyes seemed to watch the fight from a distance, biting her lower lip as she maneuvered the vessel carefully. Her helmet was left aside, the small woman letting her mind focus more and more as she gripped what looked like joysticks with triggers at either side. It was how she gathered the discarded scrap metal from the space field, two grappling arms collecting the metal as she let the ship float closer.<br/><br/>"They shouldn't notice a salvage ship." She said to herself, a pale hand moving strands of messy black hair from her face. The strands were cut into different layers, two sections of long hair framed her face, falling a few inches past her shoulder, the rest choppy and short. "And if they do, I'm certain they won't fire on a civilian." She was confident in that thought. Worst thing that would happen was a trip onto their ship, in which case, she will just play the 'I'm selling this to you guys to help you out.' line.<br/><br/>"Okay, focus." She grumbled, getting a bit too close to one of the ships, watching as a small cockpit was pulled to one. She didn't pay any mind to it as she began gathering more of the scrap metal she came across, either way, she was going to make some money, hopefully enough to make some more repairs to her ship, without having to use second hand parts. Though she was soon aware she was getting too close to that ship, almost certain she would be hailed soon, or pulled into their hanger.<br/><br/>She maneuvered the ship, pulling it away slightly as the engine sputtered. "No, not the fuel delivery again..." She grumbled, a slightly growl to her voice. The stupid thing was a pain, but it was one the eighteen year old could easily fix, or at least patch up. For now, she was more focused on avoiding a tractor beam.