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It had been an uneventful week for Taleste. She helped out where she could, but besides jobs that anybody at all could have done, she hadn't been much use. She was just another pair of hands. Still, there had been some progress on the social front; more than half the crew found her annoying, and half of those still didn't trust the thief. That was fair. Annoyance is still better than indifference. Soon, they will find her endearing, then they'll have some scrapes together pulling off jobs. That was the path to friendship as Taleste knew it.

Taleste had never once wondered here they're going. She trusted the Captain and the crew to not want to go hungry, so they're probably flying towards a way to make money at any given time. Having heard that announcemnt, however, she suddenly put thought into that area, and was filled with a burning curiosity to know, so she headed down to the dining area and to her surprise was the first crew member there.

"Hey, Cap!" she chimed casually. "Looks like I'm the first whun here!"