Rebecca laid in bed, hands outstretched above her, she examined every aspect of it that she could from her angle, removing and replacing the magazine and suppressor, and doing as best an inspection she could without taking it apart. Once she was satisfied she got up, nestled it into a magnetic holster at her belt and pulled her jacket over it to conceal it. She took a deep breathe as she stood at the door to the rest of the ship mentally going over her persona, she was a country girl who had turned browncoat when the war came, and upon it's end decided to put her soldiering skills to use as a bounty hunter. She took one last moment to make sure she had the accent down, her natural core world accent would have been a dead giveaway of her true origin, once she was satisfied she grabbed her harmonica, put it in her jacket pocket and set out into the rest of the ship.

She set a slightly meandering route to the ship's galley one that took her a few more places she hadn't the opportunity to examine upon boarding the vessel. She didn't find anything of particular note, and while she was sure at least a few of the crew members had bounties, they probably weren't particularly massive, she wouldn't know if the trip was worth her time until she had an opportunity to inspect the ship's cargo. So she set off for the galley, finally allowing her heels to clack on the ship's metal floors, broadcasting her approach for anyone to hear as she navigated the corridors 

Eventually she drew closer to the wafting scent of food and found herself at the galley, she looked over those that were already there. At least the majority of them would be kicked out of any restaurant on her homeworld and regarded as savages. But that certainly wasn't the kind of persona she was in, so as such she smiled and found an empty seat. "Ni how" She spoke to the room. "Tidy little ship ya'll got here. The food smells delectable!"