[i][h3][color=PaleTurquoise]Winter[/color][/h3][/i]
Winter raised an eyebrow at the captain's command, the beginnings of a sly smile appearing on her face.

[color=PaleTurquoise]"Aye, Captain,"[/color] she said in a voice that promised nothing. Turning away, she walked back to where she'd tossed her bags when she first got on the ship and walked into the galley to find Taran trying to sneak a treat from her cabinet. Winter placed her bags up on the counter and began the process of putting away the various food and medical supplies she'd picked up. She remembered the extra weapons too, and figured she'd have to go down to the armory after to deal with those.

Winter moved about the galley in her smooth, controlled way, putting away her various ingredients and medicines. She reached up to give Taran a light swat on the back of his head, never faltering. Then Jax and Aubrey were all but stampeding into the galley, clearly having the same idea as their older crew mate. Winter just shot them a look and continued. She stilled when she saw how dark blood was crusted all over Aubrey's neck, flaking whenever he moved. Some parts were even still wet, though it looked like the bleeding had stopped at least. Grabbing a cloth from the sink, she wet it and tossed it over to Aubrey.

[color=PaleTurquoise]"Start cleaning that,"[/color] she said to him, gesturing to her own neck. [color=PaleTurquoise]"I'll patch you up when I'm done with this."[/color] With that she continued with her duties.

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After everything was put away, and Winter'd done the rounds of making sure no one else needed medical care, she'd shooed everyone out of the galley and started on dinner. Tonight was a pot of rich stew, teeming with herbs and spices, along with chunks of vegetables and meat she'd picked up in Ballard. It was a hearty dinner after another close brush with the law – but more importantly, the layered flavors and texture would hide any hint of poison. Not that Winter'd put anything in anyone's bowls this time around. But it was good practice to keep any guilty parties guessing. She found the paranoia and anticipation to be almost as effective as actually following through with the threat. Not to mention it was cleaner. 

Wiping her hands on a cloth, Winter finished setting all the steaming bowls on the table. Dinner was officially ready. She didn't call out or announce anything – the smell was enough of a dinner bell. Plus, meals were the one time of day when she didn't have to go hunting for anyone. They knew it was either come to the galley or don't eat.