The crew access was still open, thank all the spirits, and Magenta pulled her ID card from her jacket pocket, slid it into the slot and waited for the light to go green, then pushed through the turnstile. She ran hurriedly up the ramp and into the crew-only portion of the ship. Her cabin was on the other side, and an internal one. No see views for humble stewardesses. She sighed, then shrugged. She got all the sea views she needed up at the pool bar.<br/><br/>Which is where she needed to be. She dumped her bags, straightened her uniform and headed topside. She reached the bar and blushed as her boss gave her a dirty look. "Sorry, personal problems". She explained briefly, logging herself in to the till.<br/><br/>There were already a few customers lounging near the pool, enjoying the Florida sunshine. "Well at least you made it", her boss remarked snarkily. "You should've stayed on board last night." Mags gave him a look that said<em>mind your own business</em>, and picked up a tray, a pen and an order pad, and started to do the rounds of the sun-worshippers.