Amanda shot a friendly smile at Yasha. She’d dealt with his type before and worse. Hell, there were guys on the crew worse than him. “This ‘pretty little limey’ quite likes this tin can, and I’ve served on many tin cans before this one.” She gave him a piercing stare before turning to Isam. “I’m sure we’ll all get along nicely. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should go settle in. I do have things to do, boys. Come find me if you have any questions,” Amanda glanced at each of the newcomers one at a time, “or if you just need a friendly face to talk to. I’m always available.” She nodded, excusing herself from the group. She tossed her cigarette butt behind her as she walked away.

	Amanda headed towards her cabin. To her surprise, she didn’t run into any of the other crew members on the way. When she arrived, she opened the small cabinet in her room, making sure her belongings were still there. There had been... incidents in the past. She rummaged through her things, going through a short checklist in her head. Everything was accounted for.

	She left her room and moved up to the rec room. Amanda lit a cigarette and sat down on the couch, throwing her legs up on the couch. She pulled out a datapad, filtering through her messages. Amanda sorted through them; most of her messages were business offers for her to run through Julius, but there was still a fair amount of spam and sales advertisements. Amanda sighed; you’d think that after so many years of electronic messaging, there’d be a more efficient way of filtering through the bullshit.