Anya stood from her post next to the pilot and spread her legs shoulder width apart. She eyes the motley group standing before her and straightened her shoulders. She cleared her throat.<br/><br/>"Listen nuggets. We have a few simple rules here. If you are to work, you work. You don't gossip, you don't back stab. You work. We have a lot of ship and it needs run proper like. You all already know your positions and you should get started right away. We expect a solid days work for a solid wage and a bed. Passengers. Do not interfere with the crew. You keep to the dining area and your quarters. You mess up and we might just eject you from the air lock. Clear?"<br/><br/>She looked to a young crewman who was starting to doze off. She stalked over to him and grabbed him by the shirt collar.<br/>"Clear?"<br/>The pit-faced scrawny man managed a nod before she threw him back in his seat.<br/>Hugging she backed away and brushed a few stray hairs that fell from her bun in ringlets away.<br/>The Auburn haired woman may have only stood 5 feet tall but the look on her face screamed "Tangle with me."