Odessa kept her thoughts to herself as she entered the airlock, her eyes scanning Sara and Francis. True she owned only the tiniest portion of the ship but she still owned it. Setting her duffel bag down beside her she folded her arms over her chest as she waited. Her cap was still pulled down over her face. But then again he clothes did little, if anything, to hide the fact she was a woman.  She was so bored, her mind cycling over and over repeating the same thoughts like a mantra. It worked like white noise to anyone that tried to read the mind of someone more powerful than they were. And it was something that had saved her life before so she kept very much in practice.<br/><br/>"So do you think the captain is any good? I mean if he had to change crew time and again how much respect can he actually command?" she asked.