Meredith listened carefully to Kyle, taking in what he said. She had a feeling this gy had seen more fights than just the war, and as much as a bit of muscle never hurt, she wasn’t about to have someone aboard her ship that would cause trouble. Still, she considered, he’d fought in the war. That meant he knew what it was like to follow orders, even when you didn’t necessarily like or agree with them. That was a plus. What she didn’t like was that he presumed to know her just because he had figured she’d fought in the war. Sure, she’d been a soldier, and part of that was always going to be in her. But she’d be damned if that was all she was, especially now. Sure, Meredith was proud of her history, her choices, but they sure as hell didn’t mean anyone had the right to assume they knew her as well as her own mama did.
“Firs’ things first, I do believe I told you cap’n was a fine way to address me”, she started, feeling she needed to regain a bit of authority, and him not routinely using her first name would be a start. After all – soldiers be damned – there was a ranking on this ship (her ship) and she was at the top of it. Best to make folks recognise that now, she thought to herself, than have to try to drill it in later when bad habits had already started and settled. “And a soldier ain’t all that I was, or all that I am now. Now, you think you can go along with them rules, I’m happy to have you on board. If not…well, things’re lookin’ mighty difficult for you on the job front, ain’t they?”
She quirked a brow at him for a second, a knowing smirk on her lips. This guy wasn’t going to look elsewhere, she had that feeling. Or if he did, he’d be back within the day. He’d already chosen this ship and her, and some part of him was drawn to it, the same way she had been. However, as a captain she would have respect. She could feel a tension appearing between them, almost tangible in the air. Meredith guessed this wasn’t a man used to being put down publically like that, but in her view it had been necessary. Things had to be clear before they left ground, and she had to be sure whichever crew she chose knew exactly what they were in for with life on The Lassiter. They had to know what kind of captain she was going to be; the kind that didn’t take any crap from her crew, or anyone else for that matter.
She felt herself slightly lucky when another man approached, his voice cutting through the hanging silence between herself and Kyle. Meredith gave the self-proclaimed doctor a once over, slightly surprised by his appearance. Most doctors she knew of kept themselves looking a lot neater than this one, all suits and jackets and polished shoes. All the big training hospitals were based on the core planets, after all, and the people there didn’t like to seem under-dressed for any occasion. She stood to greet him, extending a hand to shake with a firm grip.
“Us two ain’t, but I am,” she clarified with a nod, casting a quick look at his bags. “Cap’n Meredith Powell. Not carryin’ much for a doc,” she noted, giving him a questioning look, “and by sounds o’ your voice you’ve been at the Core a right while. What brings such a respected gentleman as yourself to Haven lookin’ for a ship readyin’ itself to leave, I have to ask myself?”
Of course, Meredith didn’t expect a straight answer. She was just curious as to what excuse he’d give. The fact was, anyone on Haven looking for a way off in this shipyard was hiding something. Meredith didn’t much care what that was, as long as it wasn’t bringing trouble to her door. The Lassiter probably would need a doctor, given the sort of work she was looking at accepting and the risks that normally came with it, and ones willing to fly on unmarked ships without a trader’s license were few and far between. She wasn’t about to pass up a golden opportunity when it presented itself, but she had to know she could place some trust in this man.
[[I promise she will get to Dom once she’s done with the good ol’ doctor here! Just may take a couple of posts, that OK with you?]]