She looks at the door to the captain's quarters for a while then shrugs.  "Don't see how she'll be much use, if we're honest.  Figure its just going to be another person to clean up after while she gets wined and dined in there.  I tell you, her rations and whatever he's spending on her better not come out of my share, thats for sure.  If she works her passage, thats fine. If not"  she holds her palm up and a tiny cyclone forms in it for a moment, disappearing when she clenches her fist over it.  "Storms happen, people get blown overboard.  Even elementals"<br/><br/>In truth she didn't overly care.  If the girl worked her passage then great, less duties for everyone.  If she didn't then it was no great hardship.  The major problem, to her mind, was the effect on the crew.  Confined spaces - and while an airship was a decent size it didn't feel like it on a long voyage - mean people have to get along and any disruptive influence could make everything unpleasant for everyone.  If scraps, or whatever her real name was, was going to be a source of trouble then, well, any crew worth the name had ways of dealing with that sort of thing.<br/><br/>"Guess the best we can hope for is he gets bored with her soon." she finishes, more to herself than Trent.<br/>