Aldritch must have gotten turned around at some point, because it wasn't long until she found herself nearly back at the entrance to the ship.  For such a large vessel it appeared that the Captain was dead set on maintaining a skeleton crew.  Each Captain had their own "Golden Number".  Too many and you'd have an army that would attract unnecessary attention from various military organizations.  Too few and you'd never be anything but a smalltime thief.  The woman in question had purportedly been on enough ships to get a feel for her own preferences.  As for Aldritch, she enjoyed a smaller presence.  At least enough to fill a good sized table with drinking buddies.  She'd had more than enough of faceless crowds.<br/><br/>A sudden pounding on the hull snapped her back to attention.  The pilot, if the yelling was any indication.  Why she didn't have a key was anyone's guess.  Aldritch rolled her shoulders and secured her helmet in place over her hair before lumbering over and pounding a fist against the interior side of the door.  Apparently the force was enough to set something off, because it quickly slid open at her touch.<br/><br/>The woman on the other side of it was certainly an interesting specimen.  All perfect auburn locks and seductive curves.  Far from the sort of jumpsuit jocky one expected of the wheelman.  Or, wheelwoman.  She smirked, her helmet appearing to twist into a massive Cheshire sneer.<br/><br/>"Oi, dun git yer knickers in a twist, eh?  Seems like this operation be off ta a shaky start."  She chuckled, thumping her mace back against the wall and waving Toya in after her.  "Name's Aldritch.  Hired Merc.  Y'see the Cap'n yet?  Methinks I should 'ave some words wit 'er."