Cal gave a nod, appreciating Wyatt's desire to see the heart of her baby before passing judgment.  “Come 'long then.  Yer bunk is near mine, right by tha cockpit where'n  shoul' be.”  She led the way into the cargo bay, only the emergency lighting showing off the skeleton of stairs and gangplanks overhead.  For the moment the bay was empty, a bad sign for a transport vessel.  Gesturing she led the way to the closest set of stairs, climbing them two at a time, her boots clanking on the metal treads, hips lacking the normal feminine wiggle.  “Ye'll be able ta see more wi' tha lights on.  But a bay is just a bay.  It be tha head an' heart ye be wantin.”<br/><br/>The stairs led to a platform and another set of stairs.  She took these as well, finally bringing them up to the upper deck.  “This way now.”  She led the way down a corridor, the glow of lights from the shipyard coming in through the bank of windows in the cockpit leading the way.  Gesturing to the left she pointing at a single door.  “That be me bunk.  So long as tha door be open yer welcome ta come in an' chatter.  If'n it be closed, jes knock.”<br/><br/>There were two doors on the right, they passed the first of which, stopping at the second.  Sliding open the door she reached in and turned on the light.  The room was sparse, obviously unused but clean, except for a thin layer of dust.  “This be yer bunk.  So long as ya donna be puttin' holes in me ship, yer welcome ta do wha ya like wi' 'er.”<br/><br/>Pointing through the open door way ahead she gave a shrug.  “An' tha' be tha cockpit.  Seems simple 'nough.  When ye be settl'd tha be where ye'll find me an' I ken show ye 'bout.  Shame Ari ain't here.  If'n ye really wantta know tha heart o' tha Devil, Ari be tha one ta show ya.  She knows tha girl better'n most know thar lovers.”<br/><br/>Leaving Wyatt to settle into his new bunk she headed to the cockpit, checking for any waves that might have come in while she was out.  Hoping the few feelers she'd put out weeks a go would pay off.