Standing, she set her glass aside, the brandy untouched, "We set sail with the breeze.  And within the hour, I will address the crew."  First thing was first.  She and the fox had to have a little talk.  "Come, sit.  Talk with me a moment.  We have a few things to figure out."  She gestured to the chair across from her.  "This is not a luxury ship.  We're mercenaries.  They don't expect simple passengers.  Are you alright with posing as a new member of the crew?"