Katya felt ridiculously uncomfortable as the man reached down and held her hand pulling her up gently, he then slipped her bloody cloth through her fingers and replaced it with a fresh one, a badly embroidered one at that she noticed as the door opened revieling the captian, a sharply dressed man with a face that could make any man pale, Katya was certainly pale.
He ushered them into the room and they followed, Katya clutching the rag the other man gave her as sone kind of mental support. In the captians quarters she found herself surround by strange trinkets and threatening weapons that didn't make her at all feel welcome, instead as the captain and the other two talked she inspected the mans handkerchief and decided it would be best to do some minor repairs, so she moved to a corner of the cramped room where no one could see her and began work fixing the embroidery.
"Gustav, huh?" she grumbled to herself as she went over the name in fresh black thread, making it stand out further from it's faded disrepair. by the time she was done it was Gustav's time to talk and she deftly slipped the cloth back into his pocket, deciding to join the talk as they started to talk about money.