A shrug given as well as a polite curtsy to what appears to be the proprietor and of course captain of this ship.   As well likewise giving a genial smile back.    A quick glance to the two men.   All the barrels and crates that are needed to be loaded aboard the ship.    Then without further ado, she make her way up the gangway plank.   The roll of her hips fluid and quite hypnotizing.   The slap of cold steel against each with the strange hammer contraptions holstered on either side.   She reach up and push up her round glasses back up on her face.   Having slid down the bridge of her nose as she had curtsy to the captain woman.<br/><br/><em>"Tea sounds fine,  why thank you madame captain.   I am Angelique Isis Tanaka,  a pistolero."</em><br/><br/>Of course most common folks didn't know what a pistolero was let alone what a pistol or other firearm.   They were in a way to common folks magic, thunder makers.