It took all of Jacees training in politeness and proper manners to keep from raising an eyebrow. That was a lot of training. She gave a friendly smile to her temporary crewmates, "I'm sure we'll get along just fine," she agreed with the security officer, pointedly ignoring the potentially threatening grin. She turned to the pigman, "I'll pilot my own ship, if you don't mind. Hell's Gate's a bit temperamental when it comes to steering; rather like her owner."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Alright, Jacee, let's run this down. You've got the captain, who you know is only trustworthy when incapacitated in a lustful stupor; An Azure woman who looks like she could rip the head off a puppy dog and enjoy doing so; and this guy. He doesn't seem too threatening, at least... Still, why was this a good idea?</span><br/><br/>She shook her head as she landed gracefully in a crater that would take some doing to find. Her precious ticket to freedom would be safe here.<br/><br/>"So then..." Jacee started awkwardly as the engine became quiet, "I guess we just wait for Cap'n and Miss Bethesda to pick us up? They should be able to find us... You want a drink while we wait?" She offered up the bottle Heck had brought and a couple of glasses. A little common courtesy couldn't hurt, could it? Better to make friends than enemies, and all that... Though she had a feeling it would take more than a bottle of wine to sway Beth to her favor. That woman gave her the chills, and it wasn't because of the blue skin, or the rip-you-apart physique. No, Beth was scar in a completely different way that Jacee couldn't seem to identify. As such, she'd have to be extra cautious around the blue Amazon.