“If yous was good 'nough ta be worth lyin' fer, ye'd no be in this dump.  Ye'd be sittin' pretty in tha Black.”  She was about to take another drink but just the thought of it made her sick.  Putting the mug back on the table, she pushed it away.  “Room ta yerself.  Free run o' tha ship but no tha crew.  Five percent off tha top o' jobs.  More if'n ye prove worth it.”