Out of the corner of her eye, the Captain watched Kos work.  It was one of the things she respected about him.  He could do some serious damage and did just enough to end things.  She'd hate to see him if he were ever unleashed in a rage.  A quirk of the lips and a nod of her head gave silent thanks as her crewman took his seat.<br/><br/>Snorting at the new man's restrictions, she signaled for a round for the table.  “<em>Shuh muh?</em>Corp? Do we be lookin' like we get paid all regular like?  Not corp, not fed.  Got no one ta answer ta but me.”<br/><br/>Three mugs were set on the table, the waitress brushing up against Kos in the process.  She was attractive but there was a worn quality to her.  “Name's Cal Gregory.  Devil's Shadow be ma ship.  All mine.  Independent transport.  Goods, people, livestock, you name it we move it.  Ceptin' wi' this war nonsense, just knowin' how ta point the gorram ship in tha right direction ain't enough no more.  Gots peoples that need a ship, gots a ship that needs work.  An' I ain't always so inclined ta check bona fides. “<br/><br/>She took a deep drink from the mug, wincing at the taste.  She didn't think it possible to taste worse than it smelled.  Sarah Beth was going to have a fit.