Click. Click. Click. Click.
Danny stepped away from the access hatch as he heard the rather distinct tapping of a woman's heels approach the ship from the loading bay doorway. Looking over his shoulder to locate the source of the noise, he found himself suppressing an amused grin as his eyes came to rest on the woman carrying two very large suitcases. She looked very out of place, especially if she was planning on taking a flight on the ship currently at rest beside him. As he wondered over to the passenger ramp however, he couldn't help but notice the clear, albeit brief, look of disgust and disbelief on her face as she tapped away on a very expensive pad. He quickly added two and two together, the expensive shoes, the expensive pad, the expensive... animal. A spoilt runaway, great.
He turned back to look up the ramp, still wondering where the crew were hiding when the woman suddenly scooted in front of him. He nearly jumped, not having expected he to drop her bags and wander over so quick. Not to mention, she was stunning. For a moment, Danny couldn't help but wonder how much money the woman standing before him spent on her appearance, having never met anyone so... Level 1.
“Um, pardon me, but this can’t be the Marilyn Monroe, can it?”
The woman fluttered her eyes as if she wanted something, something more than just a confirmation on what her pad had already told her. He nodded, still quite taken in by the walking money tree before he opened his mouth to reply.
Before he could get a word out however, the Monroe suddenly burst into life. The engines began to hum, system drills whistled in the cargo section and the loading crane began to roll out, promptly followed by a young girl, upside-down. Danny quickly took a step around the blonde, the case that rest in his hand dropping at her feet and toppling into her, in an attempt to make sure the girl now hanging by her feet didn't fall on her neck. He stopped in his tracks as the girl suddenly gave a beaming smile, whisking her pad out from her belt above her and tapped in a few details before addressing the group that now stood at three on the base of the ramp.
"I'm Hotaru Haitachi, and welcome to the Marylin Monroe!"
The girl was far too cheerful for someone who's blood was rushing to her head and even after she dropped to the floor she managed to get back onto he feet with the exact same grin on her face. When being advised about stowing his luggage, Danny turned back to Brittany and his case. Stepping over to retrieve it, making sure not to intrude on what he expected to be a "personal bubble", he decided an apology was in order.
"I'm sorry about dropping my case on you miss." He said as took a step towards the passenger hold. "For a moment there I thought the girl over there was going to need a neck brace or something. Still, at least now we know this is indeed the Marylin Monroe. Or at least the wreck of it. Still time to find a luxury cruiser I'd imagine. Or at least a ship that will actually make it to New Hope." He smiled as he finished climbing the ramp, leaving the woman to her new ticket problem as he stowed his duffel bag in one of the cargo storage sections. The case stayed with him as he found a spare seat, as close as possible to the nose, and dropped himself into it. The harness was not the most comfortable of belts, so he left it where it was and made himself comfortable. At least for now.