"Oy"  She frowns and smoothes her hair down again then sends a quick breeze through it to regain her windswept look.  "But yeah.  Give her the dirty jobs and see if she pulls her weight."  She glances round the ship for inspiration and lights on the repair work she noticed earlier.  "Lass is a savage.  Tell her everyone takes their turn doing maintenance.  See how well she handles a wrench and a..." she blanks for a moment as she tries to think of another tool.  She'd always claimed that she had important navigation things to do when someone tried to rope her into working on the machinary, to the extent it was a bit of a joke on the ship.<br/><br/>"... a set square"?  she finishes lamely.