Grant<br/>Job: Captain<br/>Galley<br/><br/>Grant squinted at Jessica trying to figure her out but suddenly smiled.  "Okay.  Not your job, your right.  I just thought a companion would want the vessel she travels aboard to appear formal and fashionable.  You see the Black Jack has a 'shutter hull' that means our current exterior and be switched to an alternate with the push of a button."  At the moment the hull was jet black and dotted white.  The closest to camouflaged when out in the verse.  Such a paint job would draw attention on world so they switched to a plain gun-metal grey.<br/><br/>"I though a well educated woman would jump at the opportunity to paint the ship she calls her home in order to convey a sense of quality."  He then leaned in and looked at her.  "But your right.  You DON'T work for me and this isn't a job for you."  He then marched down the steps leading to the engine room.  "I always wanted to pilot a ship where the vapor trail is coming out the butt of a cartoon monkey...."  At this he smiled and walked on.