Jayna slowly slid out of the vent that allowed access down into the engine room of the ship. She tossed her tool kit to the guy standing there as she growled under her breath.<br/>"I fixed it this time Quinn but if I catch you in the engine room again I'll skin ya. And the angels help you if you break something." She called out. The meekish man sitting on the level above dissapeared from view. Jayna wasn't a rough captain and she was fircely protective of her crew, but she only had a couple of rules and she expected them to be followed. One of which was that only three people were allowed in the engine room ever because it was so old... and therefore touchy. And Quinn wasn't one of them. She shock her head and checked the time keep above her. Damn it. She was late. She jumped over the railing of the second level and landed on the ground. Pulling her jacket on swiftly she moved out the door and towards the meeting place.<br/><br/>She knew the location, her and her crew went there often when they were stuck in port. She never used the front entrance when she met with people. After a few bad experiances before she had become captain she always liked to see who it was she was meeting first, before actually revealing herself. And it wasn't a bad habit. She pushed open the back door and stepped into the public area. The waitress saw her and scowled but did nothing else. They were old friends. Jayna looked around and saw the one person out of place. So this must be the one who had put the request up for a reliable crew and captain. She wondered if this woman had met worm yet. She stepped forward from the womans blind side and pulled out a chair, sitting down and crossing her legs.<br/><br/>"You must be Ellika. I'm Jayna." She noticed the appearance of Ellika and smiled internally. What a sight this must be. Jayna was odd looking herself. She dressed in loose cargo pants and a tight top, a jacket over the top that had a few burn marks on it. She didn't like the way men called her beautiful, among her kind she was ugly, so she did everything to detract from that. And she hated dresses. But there was no way that she could hide her physical features. Pale skin was offest by her strange hair. Each individual strand of hair went from blonde to black at the tips naturally. Her eyes were also strange, one deep black, and the other a strange white. She had a small scar on her forehead. And her tattoo spiraled down one arm.<br/><br/>"I hear you have a 'interesting voyage' in mind." Jayna prompted. She never had been one for formality or for the idea of small talk. All she cared about was where she was headed to next.