Jen grinned.
"Well it was either fly or die. I think I made the right choice. Especially considering the spec of this ship," She said, her eyes still occasionally wandering to stare at something else that caught her interest.
The ship just had everything she could ever want. She could already feel her hands twitching a little, ready to fly across all of the panels in the cockpit. It was impressive, no doubt about that.
"Where did you find this thing anyway? I was on the smuggling ring around the Varion Band for the past few years, and I've never seen anything like this. I mean jeez, how much did it cost to buy those engines," She rambled, occasionally pointing at something or the other.
She coughed after realising how much she had said in such a short space of time.
"Sorry," She said with a small smile.

Jen's smile turned into a small frown when Raymond brought up the military. She didn't enjoy talking about that part of her past.
"Some habits die hard. I served for 6 years. And that was 6 years to long," She said darkly, "Don't worry, I'm not a 'by the books' pilot. I've spent long enough as a smuggler to learn how to fly properly."
She stayed silent for a while, contemplating what life on this ship was going to be like.
"If it's okay, I'd like to see the cockpit. I want to get acquainted with the girl, learn what I'm dealing with," She said, before glancing over at the slightly disheveled crew, "Are they normally this... well, this?"
She sincerely hoped not. As fun as it was to get drunk, it made jobs slightly more tedious than normal.