"Yeah well. Start as you mean to go on. Tell people not to fuck with me." She gave a mischievous grin as she downs her whiskey in one then coughs. "...Smooth..." She pats her chest. She didn't appreciate the taste at all.
"I heard a couple of gossips, saying about some abandoned wreckage out in Sector 4 of the Quadrant, no-one can say what happened to the ship or its crew. The people on board all vanished without a single trace. And the ship was undamaged, but it lost all power and its just floating there unable to move. They start salvaging next week." She explained her story and then lifts her glass up. "Another." She had to give a good impression to her new mentor - she could handle herself and her drink. Although, she preferred to keep herself in top physical condition and rarely drank. This would go straight to her head. So she DID have a vulnerable side.