Tyla's look would tell Pepper that she was not amused by the comment, nor particularly impressed by her demeanor. She knew the type and had no doubt that she would be stitching up the tough as nails mercenary in time. Mercenaries were more or less the same, most were mostly talk and overestimate themselves all the time, forcing her to work more and the other group were the ones who could handle it all but often seemed apart from the rest of the crew.<br/><br/>The beautiful woman reaches back to push away a few errants of hair as she puts her datapad away into her luggage and then takes a few steps toward the captain, her tail twitching back and forth along with the sway of her hips. "According to your mail, were missing your current crew and a couple more crew members. Judging by the pictures of our personnel everyone else on the roster you sent me is present and I was just starting to confirm identities. Refueling and loading the ships cargo shouldn't take more then six hours by the dockworkers estimation so we should be able to set out pretty soon if you want."