Amelia watched the exchange with some interest. Her father had always taught her to take note of everything people said because in his own words: 'It is their thoughts, and how you interpret them, rather than your own that win battles, favor and lead to advancement in body, soul and career. This has led to her strategy and overall outlook in life being a particularly effective type of reactionism. It paid dividends aboard her first vessel when she managed to gain control of the captain by conditioning his mind to be subconsciously cautious of her response to his commands. He finally got her transferred off his craft to a frankly much nicer Naval cutter with a very tenuous command structure and disliked Commander.  

Amelia had started to gain a mental picture of what she was up against as her now crew mates discussed who would fly the SS Vigilance. Lex produced a hologram which displayed a very fine craft indeed. Larger than the Donetsk, but it also looked like it was easier to fly. Her nominated rival, Rose, voluntarily stepped down and the captain's gaze subsequently fell upon her. Wow, a promotion. She'd played second fiddle until now. The helmsmen on the Changde and the Donetsk had both been wonder boys who could jump the ships through a pin head, she'd been there to temper their raw talent and handle the combat and managerial side of things. Wasn't it ironic that she'd been offered her largest career opportunity once her career was effectively over.

She stood up slowly and reluctantly saluted before looking quickly at Rose, who sat a few places down from her. "I'll need a co-helm to manage auxiliary navigation systems and produce trajectory algorithms, but apart from that i'll have him singing." Her deliberate bucking of the Naval trend of feminizing spaceships had very nearly got her kicked out of the Academy for insubordinate behavior. This had only served to encourage her to bring it up at every possible opportunity. She directed the same intoxicating smile at the captain for a split second before sitting back down again. In the back of her mind she'd had no doubt she was would land the responsibility of Helm. It was as if she'd been born for this role. The Vigilance itself was practically her dream vessel, right down to the (what looked like from the hologram) Rolls Royce Tamerlane thrusters.