"Retrieve some stolen tart from the Black Skulls, apparently." She turned, pouring herself and all gathered each a snifter of brandy before passing it around.  "And who are you?  I prefer that guests be announced."  There was a venomous edge to her tone, "Typically, when passengers show up unannounced on my ship, they're declared stowaways and shown the way off, in the middle of the sky, of course."