"By all means, attend to your other company," Mendoza smiled, the expression faltering a little as he watched Raiga leave the table and pursue yet another serving wench...or was she one of the new passengers?<br/><br/>"As for what you'll be doing, I thought we settled that: you're a trained healer, aren't you?  Ship's surgeon in exchange for a more than fair price to cover your passage."<br/><br/>He turned to regard Raiga's antics again, and his mouth dipped in a frown.  Finally, he turned away, eyeing Samantha for a moment but saying nothing.<br/><br/>"So attend to your charges and be at the wharf by this evening, so that we can get you squared away and then run out to sea on the night tide."