“I could be, depends on who you are,” the captain replied blandly, tilting her head like a thoroughly disinterested cat.  “What you want and what you can offer," the woman continued, discarding her cigarette. A young man walked out of the hull with a mechanical spider like creature on his shoulder and some high-tech gizmo in his hand. He murmured something that made the captain so frustrated she actually picked the old cigarette back up and relit it. As she barked orders at what Silas assumed was one of her crew, the gunsmith couldn't help but take a long inhale of the second hand smoke. [i]'Jesus, that's good,'[/i] the brunette thought, hands flexing on the strap of his duffle bag. He had quit smoking three years ago, but he still had the urge whenever he was around cigarettes.

While the captain was minding her crew, Silas took a moment to study her. She was a taller woman, with sleeves of tattoos on each arm and eyes so light that they almost appeared colorless. The stern way she carried herself suggested that she didn't put up with anyone's shenanigans and the way her biceps rippled as she shooed the male technician told Silas that she would probably wipe the floor with him in a fist fight. 

“So, who are you, what do you want and what can you offer?” The captain asked again, turning her attention back towards Silas and pulling him form his thoughts. 

"Silas Fairbanks. I'm just trying to get to a different planet so I can sell my wares. I've got some coin," he told her, before he glanced over at another woman who was carrying a large box marked, 'munitions'. "...I've got ammo and the like to trade, but it seems like you've got that covered," Silas finished, nodding at captain's crew member. He entertained the idea of sticking his hand out for a handshake, but decided against it. This woman didn't seem like the type who enjoyed those sort of gestures.