Eric had followed Andy's lead and made the swing one-handed. He was still hanging lazily on the rope when she turned to see him there, and he grinned flippantly. "A little heavy on the landing there, boss., but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."  He turned his attention to the captain and gave a sloppy half-salute. "That's me, Captain. Eric Fuoco." he said, sizing up the Captain even as she did him. She was a little thick in the hard, steel-bending sort of way, and could probably have tied any two of Eric's long, lithe limbs into a perfect stopper knot and he wouldn't have a word to say about it. In spite of that, there was no denying that the captain was all woman; her snug-fitting made that obvious to the eye, and the fact that she wore them told him that she knew it, too. Still, Eric knew better than to try anything. If there was only one thing seafarers and spacefarers had in common, it was that they quickly did very ugly things to people who messed with their captain.