Ly'Andra walked into the shared sleeping area and scanned the options ... not really much to choose from but she'd been used to far worse in the past.  She decided that it was definitely better to be on top so she claimed a bunk that from her perspective offered optimal security and visibility of all the other bunks.  If one of the crew decided to pull something there was no way she would be caught unawares.  Mussing the bedding in such a way that showed  it was taken she moved back into the hallway and strolled down the steel corridors to the cargo hold for her things.<br/><br/>As she walked the captain's voice came through the ship's intercom.  There was now way to hide the smirk that resulted and the inward chuckle from both the terms 'dirty old man' and 'clothing optional'.  For a very small instant part of considered the whole clothing optional idea before thinking better of it.  A distracted crew is a useless crew and it sounded like their 'captain' was distracted enough already without any nudity added to the mix.<br/><br/>Ly'Andra hadn't brought a whole lot with her, just some of her favorite clothes and shoes, and weapons, of course.  And some of her essential accessories.  They were necessary though to her doing he job at peak performance, in her eyes anyway.  Entering the cargo bay her boots barely clicked on the grate flooring as she walked.  It took her only a second to realize she wasn't alone but rather in the presence of the armor clad bronzed male.  She half smiled for a moment before her jewel like eyes quickly located her pack and grabbed it from the heap.  Turning back to the apparent weapons designer, she looked at him almost appraisingly for a moment.  "So what exactly did you do that got you assigned to this luxury liner?" she asked curiously in a honey smooth voice, her left snow colored eyebrow arching a bit.