The blue-uniformed woman shrugged, and seemed to finish her work on the terminal, then cleared it, and stood up.  "Good luck, miss," she called in a friendly manner, then walked out of the office.  She seemed nice enough, and she probably was sincere about her inquiry about Katie's purpose.  Perhaps she was looking for a steward?<br/><br/>The email from the<em>Jonquil</em>read:<br/><br/><em>Hello!  Yes, I'm looking for a steward, and I'm glad you sent me a message.  You've come recommended by a friend, and I'd really like to speak to you, so I can make sure you're skills and personality match what I'm looking for.  Currently, I'm in the planning center, in the tower.  If you want, come up to the tower, and I'll leave word that someone is coming to talk to me with the SPA security woman at the entry.<br/><br/>Hope to see you soon!<br/><br/>Trondo Rolsing</em><br/><br/>The Ondrath's message was a bit more terse:<em>Looking for a job?  We have a position open.  Come to my ship before 1900 hours and speak with me.  Berth 134. </em>(A quick glance at the time on the computer terminal showed it was 1530.)<br/><br/>The two men in the back office were becoming a bit loud.  It wasn't quite an argument, but...<br/><br/>"I don't care what the regulations of the Guild say.  You know what I need.  If you can't provide it to me, I'll talk to your boss." That was the man in green.<br/><br/>"I'm not going to sign someone over to you, Borix.  You don't want crew, you want indentured servants."  The Guild employee seemed indignant.<br/><br/>"You'll see what happens to people who cross me, Assurrigan.  They tend not to cross anyone ever again."  The man in the green uniform jumper stomped out, and the other man shook his head, then reached for a communicator on his desk, speaking softly into the handset after he punched in a number.