A Man's ship is his castle

[lnl90]

Thumbing her fingers on the counter she eyed the space she was to work with, taking note of the size, and where things might be kept. Riena remembered that she brought a bit of foodstuffs to cook with and a little exploration never hurt anyone, Riena thought as she excused herself from the galley. Mentioning off-handedly she would have the meal prepared on-time.

Gliding up the small set of steps into the corridor, she sighed, a mix of happiness and relief of being in the sky, being around people, she thrived off human interaction. So long she had been in hiding, it has taken a toll on her. She was worried that someone had recognized her when she was picked up. Running her hand along with wall she quietly hummed to herself, a little tune she picked up from somewhere, she couldn't recall but seemed vaguely familiar almost like she had kept it locked away. Coming up onto a flight of stairs heading down, she began her assent entering the catwalk of the cargo bay.

No one was in there currently, but she was more than sure there would be eventually, so she headed down quickly and went in search of her things, hoping that's where they would be, seeing as how she didn't know where her place to sleep would be.

[James Clark]

James had been preparing one of the more spacious rooms. The recent addition too his ever growing crew was going to need a bunk. She had been sleeping in one of the smaller rooms. James thought it was the Gentleman thing too do afterall women were known to need space, well his seven sisters did anyway. Once the room was preped he set off finding the young cook. He was quite attracted too her and intended on pursing her, well seeing how things went atleast. Walking down too the cargo bay he spotted her getting some of her things "Evening" he said, approaching from where she could see him. He didn't want to startle her after all.

[lnl90]

She found her things immediately, however it looked like it had been tossed. To her relief nothing was damaged from the short inspection as she rumbled through it, her hand touched a cold object. She pulled out an necklace, one that belonged to her mother. Gently caressing it in her hands she ran her finger over the small engraving as read "Love conquers all things; let us surrender to Love." clasping the necklace around her neck. Letting out a satisfied sigh. It was the only thing she had left of her old life, and had no intention of losing it.

Riena had made a point to pick up some things before she set out to find a ship. Soap, and some fresh produce and spices, even though the amount she had was small, there were other ways to pay for things, sadly the food she had, was commandeered by sticky fingers. Riena wanted the first meal prepared to be delicious. She smiled to herself at the memory of Derrick and his ship, and all the happiness she brought to the crew.

Ascending footstep resounded in front of her, startling her only slightly, she looked up with a slight smile on her face to see the Captain address her. Standing she looked around and then back at him, "I'm allowed to be in here, Aren't I?, I was just grabbing my things so could move them out of the way"

[James Clark]

James chuckled hoisting himself up onto a crate "No need to be nervous beautiful" he said too her with a reassuring smile. Riena was a strange women there was something so alluring about her. He had concluded she had some sort of companion training but it wasn't that the drew him in. She was an elegant women and she could cook, if she could shoot then he had found himself the perfect wife. "Haven't had a good cook on the crew since Art offended the last one back in April I ain't letting you go sunshine" winking at her he laughed at remembering Mario the former cook whom Art had offended it was a shame he had left but it had been one hell of an argument.

[lnl90]

Setting her bag down, she blushed and smiled at the name of endearment "Well I'm just getting used to being on a boat again." She stood and stepped closer to the crate James was sitting on, and leaned against it. James was sweet she thought to herself. He knew how to direct a crew, but still treat them like human beings. She didn't know a whole lot about him, but from the way he carried himself, Riena felt like she could trust him.

"I'm glad that I am here, I've been alone for so long...it feels- Riena turned to look up at James "-feels weird to be around people-" Riena stopped abruptly, her smile faded a bit the image of Corran clouding her thoughts momentarily, she changed the subject.

"Did you mention something about a old cook? What happened with him and Art?" She smiled and tilted her head waiting for his response. She held her hands together, gently wringing the bottom of her shirt between her fingers. He made her nervous. But not in a bad way, Just a new feeling. Riena was used to the advances of men, but James felt different. He felt more sincere.

[James Clark]

James knew what she meant he had taken him a while too adjust too being around people after Isabella's death. He had bought Trinity whilst drunk and managed too put together a crew with two old war buddies whom vacated the project after he had a bit of a disagreement with them. That was when he found his latest most trustworthy friend, Art. The same Art whom had punched the last cook for being insulting towards the Trinity's engine. "Yeah Art and him had a disagreement" he winked at her with a smile, she would catch his drift. "It's good too have you aboard Stone" James tended too call people by there last names, an old habit from the war he supposed. They were a long way away from the trenches on St. Albans but that didn't mean a thing.