<div class="floatleft"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/leatherjacket3-1.jpg)</div><strong>Bel Lao (First Officer) -- Entering the Space Sprocket 1815</strong><br/><br/>Bel was still silently bemused by the<em>sah gwa</em>on the dock who had come up to her looking to get his palm greased as she entered the Sprocket just behind the Companion. She'd handled it, of course, and not to his satisfaction, but as a result she was running a little late, something the crew would learn was not her custom. She smiled wryly at the men salivating at Angel, reckoning it wasn't such a bad idea to walk into a place with her as it kept the mooks from staring at her.  Noting that the captain had already arrived, she made her way over to him and nodded in greeting.<br/><br/>"Some pencil pusher with delusions of grandeur decided to try to shake me down as I was leaving the ship," she explained, her amusement plain. Clearly it hadn't rattled her. "I took care of it. Let me get the boys peeled off the bar over there and we should be good to go. It'll be right nice to sit down to dinner together, it was nice of you to buy."<br/><br/>She smiled seeing the preparations he had made, not really a common practice among most small freighter captains she knew. He seemed the good sort but there was little correlation between being a good man and a good captain so only time would tell how successful he'd be. In the mean time she's be along for the ride. She was about to head over to round-up Cam and Chase when she noticed the trouble with the passengers and a rather large disgruntled man but Angel seemed to have it well in hand to Bel just waved them over to the table for dinner, watching for a few moments longer to make sure it had blown over.<br/>