[color=fdc68a][h3][b]Scrap [/b][/h3][/color]
Scrap wasn't phased at all by the strange guy in old-fashioned clothing. In fact she was antsy. Her hands were behind her back as she listened to the guy speak. Her real hand playing with the crooks and rickets of the mechanical one. They guy didn't look all that much older than her, but the atmosphere around him was something someone that young could never give off. At the question of what she wanted to get out of the offer, Scrap cringed at the memories of the last few days she's had. Escaping the Junkyard Ravagers wasn't easy, it was barely manageable but where she went from there was life-or-death. But for years she was treated like nothing more than a tool, a slave. Whatever happens now would be 100x better than living in the Junkyards. She looked at her new Captain straight in the eyes and raised her mechanical arm in front of her, clenching it into a fist. And with the confidence of a politician she calmly states -
 [color=fdc68a]"I don't know."[/color] 

After another weird interaction involving a straw, Scrap sighs in relief at the fact of being accepted. She starts to walk off towards the ship before the captain asks her for her name. It was an opportunity to re-name herself other than the name thrown at her from the gang members for convenience. But after a mere second of thinking it over she gives her name- [color=fdc68a]"My name is Scrap: S-C-R-A-P. It's the only thing I know how to spell sir." [/color] She turns away quickly to avoid looking at his reaction and runs out the door ready to start her new life. 

-Present day- 
Scrap shrunk at the presence of others. Many of whom towered over the 5'2 girl. She stayed in the back while the captain briefed them on what was happening. It was all a fast explanation but she got the gist of it - survive. 
As soon as everyone started moving, Scrap was already headed to the engine room. She had never fixed the engine of the ship. It was mostly robotic parts and prosthetics. Thankfully there were going to be 2 others in there, so how hard could it be?