Sian narrows her eyes and looks from face to face among the crew.  She nods at the crewmaster's orders, though a bit hesitantly... she wasn't one for directing a crew, and she didn't even know these people-- how could she trust that they'd be competent?<br/><br/>She starts to speak, her voice catches.  She rests her shield on the deck and looks from face to face.   "We might as well get at what we're here for, then."  The standard may not be on her shield, but... she was a soldier before now.  She can't allow them to think her a coward.  "I'm Sian," she says.  Her accent is recognizably 'country', and she says her name almost like 'Shawn'.  "I was in the Overseas Legion for some years, and I reckon I was hired to fight.  I don't know what we're--" she pauses, looking Jek in the eye in affirmation of what he'd said, "we're adventurin' for, or questin' for, specifically.  That's okay by me, so long as I get some idea what we're going up against."  When she smiles uncomfortably, it's evident that under the armor and somewhere between the scars and muscles there's a fine-featured young woman, uncertain but brave.