Anna kept a cool head, even when Hunter drew his pistol. She also chose to ignore the cook who had intruded upon the conversation. "I am indeed looking for work. And you ma'am are in luck, I happen to have a ship that I may or may not have commandeered from some Marines some time back. So, not only have you found yourself a ship, but a sharpshooter and a navigator to go along with it." She responded to Abigail before turning to Hunter. "As for your maps I have just the place for them don't you worry about that. And believe me there will be no turning anyone over to anyone, I stole a ship from the Marines what makes you think I would want to make there lives any easier." She winked under her mask, forgetting she had it on and that nobody could see it. 

Finally she turned to to cook. "As for you. It is rude to butt your way into a conversation, though I do suppose if we are forming a crew a cook would be a necessary thing to have..." She turned to Abigail. "You mind bringing along the red headed cook?" She asked before a realization smacked her in her face. "Actually, three of us are red heads. Well ain't that a mighty fine coincidence." She chuckled to herself. "Anyway, name's Annabelle Pond, but you all can call me Anna, Pond, or Dead Eye, either is fine, just not Annabelle." She lifted her mask again just enough to take another drink of her ale, finishing it off, and waited for the others to take her cue and introduce themselves.