A cryopod? At that point, she dropped what she was doing, leaned against the railing and turned to watch with great interest. A cryopod would explain the presence of the unexpected passenger. What it didn’t explain was why the Ulnar were so keen on getting her back. The unknown didn’t look like much trouble herself. Maybe it was something she knew or a skill she possessed that made her worth hounding the Monroe for three days. Perhaps the grunts would be told eventually, if her somewhat frail-looking frame survived the captain’s treatment.

She didn’t understand the fury that seemed to be seeping from the captain’s every pore. This was a successful mission, all things considered - the cargo appeared more or less intact, even though the ship was a little worse for wear, and they’ve taken out a much larger vessel, all at the cost of only one escape pod and one member of the crew. And it wasn’t like they’ve lost anyone irreplaceable, capable loadmasters were ten a credit, and almost any schmuck unfortunate enough to end up on the ship could organize and catalogue boxes. Although given the captain’s current demeanor, keeping these opinions private was probably the healthier option.

Now that the unknown was taken away, she approached the pair. [color=FFB435]“So, who’s the cargo? If you can tell, that is.”[/color] Though she didn’t expect to be told much, where was the harm in trying?