Oreida ate a muffin... It had bitter berries, completely delicious..<br/><br/>She was up with the bakers that morning, the lift of black coffee had pulled her up  from her hammock under a portbridge. She had enough time to roll it up along with her few belongings and swing up to Sweet Hearts bakery and get a little undertable work for the price of a dozen muffins and two coffees. She was slowly finishing off her own dark cup to try and wake herself up a bit.  She didn't do cold mornings well, it didn't sit right with her blood. The dingy green wool scarf was high around her chin and tailled behind her as she licked her ungloved finger tips a bit before wipping it off along her cargo pants. A wool cap of a matching color held all her hair under it to keep as little of herself from getting cold, same with her waist coat lined with fur to keep her warm in the crisp weather. Her bare feet touched the cold stone, but from so many years of going without shoes they were thickly callus over, she couldn't feel a single thing from it.<br/><br/>Being a dimunitive statured woman, the cling of metal was not something unassociated with her profession. A thick utilty was buckled around her waist, an impressive sized wrench fitted behind her like a tail, swinging as she walked with the steady pulse of chimes from the clunky looking tools as she made her way toward the wharf with a cute pink box tucked under one arm and a cup of coffee in the other. She heard a voice up ahead and it seems two men were having a good old talk...<br/><br/>" Oyi!" She bellowed out to the two, golden eyes peering out from under cap and scarf, a pettie, brown skin lady, least one could only tell from the little bit of her face. "  'Ere she blows, d'hen? Dis lil thang ya need a crew fer? Reckon i be countin me stars before the dusk.." Starting up the ram to come aboard, it needed some love that was for sure; it might not be the most impressive, but whom knew what kind of heart was in this ship. She took a sip of her last coffee as she glanced around, causing a slight jingle of the loose metal on her person. Not one for  " Tis be Oreida Wesker, engineer and a fine smyth fer repairs, if I humbly claim it be so. Ya lads applyin' to?"