Johanna stared at her datapad, sitting in a secluded booth in the ship's galley. She looked over the choices of assignments as she did so. The guard duty seemed like the safest mission, but at the same time the payout was low. The siege mission seemed like suicide in her mind, even if there was a bonus you had to [i]survive[/i] the mission to make it worth the effort. In her mind the second mission, escorting the Yamikov-Fujikawa transport ship seemed like a decent choice as well, though the lack of a bonus made her frown. 

In her mind, guarding the lab would be the safest bet, minimizing risks to life and limb always seemed like the wisest course. Escorting the transport had more danger, but it stood to pay out better. The siege mission was out of the question, suicide missions were never worth it. 

With a sigh she put her datapad on the table, she took a sip of her coffee and sat their in relative silence. So far no one had asked her about her...mutations. She didn't like the attention her appearance brought her, the staring and gawking was just unbearable.