Lux glanced back over her shoulder as the announcement rang out over the loudspeakers.  She rolled her eyes and crushed the spent cigarette under her boot heel.  Chipping in for ten weeks worth of basic protein, when room and board was supposed to be covered in the pay scale?  What a load of<em>mi tian gohn</em>.<br/><br/>She strode up the ramp, duster flaring around her hips enough to show the old, but obviously loved, pistol with the oversized grip tucked against her side.  With two fingers, she pushed the hat back far enough so her face wasn't completely enshadowed, and fixed the overeager cook with a cool blue stare.<br/><br/>"Y'might wanna wait til we're out in the black afore y'start tryin' ta scam folk from their credit," she said.  Her accent was hard to pin down; it sounded Rim, but that was as far as it got.  From her tones, she could as easily have been from Persephone as well as Hera.  Or Whitewall.  Or Paquin, or any of the other border moons.<br/><br/>"Askin' for donations for extra or luxury's one thing," she continued.  "Makin' it sound like all we got is what's in the cupboards as if the cap'n ain't out gettin' supplies this very minute, and folk better chip in if'n they wanna eat sometime this month's another thing entirely.  I don't cotton to misleadin' statements, 'specially when my coin's at stake.<em>Dohn luh mah</em>?"