Trish was half listening as the captain spoke. She honestly didn't care what job he had in mind, or what offer he proposed, so long as it meant that she could get off this station safely. Making a mental note to remember his name, she found herself remembering her previous captain. He'd always been so protective of her and his crew, and had made their ship feel like home. At least he didn't haunt her sleep every night anymore. 

The moment Amir mentioned 'untoward intentions' though, Trish's head snapped up and for the briefest of moments, she had the fiercest of glares. But she quickly regained control and looked away from him once more, muttering in reply, [color=fff200][i][b]"Stabbing doesn't always do the job."[/b][/i][/color]

Now that the other women were speaking, she found her eyes watching them in turn as they spoke. She found herself wondering if the captain would approve the mechanic's, she assumed, request about restricting the engine. Trish usually found some of the best tools and bits to make her armaments in the engine room. Not to mention that the access to the fuel was in there. Mentally shrugging, she'd make it work one way or another. 

That was when Trish noticed the addict was making the decanter move. She'd heard of Psyche users, who hadn't? But she'd never seen one at work before. It was strange to her, a bit scary, just... unnatural. Physics made sense to Trish. Perhaps these users were within the realm of physics as well, but she didn't know how it worked. Although... being able to move a bomb into place with one's mind could be useful in some circumstances, she supposed.

And suddenly it was silent, for an awkwardly long moment before Trish realized that it was apparently her turn to speak. [color=fff200][b][i]"If you can get me off this station, soon, I'll do whatever you want with my skill set. My loyalty lies with whomever's ship takes me furthest from the authorities." [/i][/b][/color] 

Having said her piece, she resumed looking around, listening at the door, always on alert. Absentmindedly, Trish had returned to an old habit of touching her thumb to her other fingers sequentially, but skipping over the trigger finger. It was a comfort tic from a while back, and appeared to be returning now.