The ship seemed to already have the cargo aboard, and Rolsing was at the top of the ramp, talking to a young girl in a jumpsuit that had the sleeves removed.  The material that had been removed showed off her toned muscles and a couple of odd tattoos around her biceps.<br/><br/>They were in mid conversation.  "...right, Cap.  I'll tell Woody," the girl, who seemed to be about 19, fairly tall and medium dark complected, with a ponytail of dark hair and dark eyes to match, said.  The girl gave him a mock salute, then eyed Katie for a second, though it was hard to read what she was thinking.  Then she turned and headed aft.<br/><br/>Rolsing gave the girl a nod, then turned and smiled lopsidedly at Katie.  "'Morning!  Welcome aboard.  Didn't celebrate too much last night, did you?"<br/><br/>He handed her a small tablet he had stuffed in a leg pouch on his jumpsuit, which was pretty formal looking compared to normal jumpers.  "Here's the passenger and cargo lists.  They're in a folder named for this flight, November Sierra Charlie One Seven Four dash Oh Seven.  The cargo's already aboard, and checked--I covered that."  He chuckled slightly at the last part.  "Just stow your gear in your cabin, and get the passengers aboard.  We'll be lifting in about an hour, perhaps less.  Make sure that you read the safety note to all of them--it's in the file too."  He started to turn away, then turned back.  "Oh, and the access code for that is your name and then three one four one six."  At that last part, he gave her a slightly enigmatic smile, then turned and headed for the ladder to the bridge.<br/><br/>The cargo boxes seemed unconcerned about the joke or whatever it was the captain had just smiled about.  They just loomed over Katie, stacked carefully.<br/><br/>If she looked back, she'd see the naval officer staring out the window in the terminal building, a disapprovingly snide look on his face as he surveyed the ship.