[b]Above the Wastes - Sarah Steel[/b]

One of the people who stayed and watched the fight - albeit from a safe position behind a crate - was weapons manufacturer and merchant Sarah Steel, who stood up and dusted herself off once the skirmish was over. She then walked towards where the True Captain and the 'Good Samaritans' who had rushed to help the former were gathering and asked their second-in-command (Misha, was it) as politely as possible, "May I speak to your captain? I am not applying to be a crewmember, by the way, but a client; I need transportation immediately."

A few moments followed, and if she was allowed to speak further, she would continue, "My name is Sarah Steel; Weapons Manufacturer, and while I am not interested in being your crewwoman, I do want to be you and your crew's [i]client[/i]; I am seeking transportation back to my family and business at Urbanesc."

She was addressing the female mechanic as well, just in case that Misha wasn't a subversion of the 'unintelligent dumb muscle' trope.

Upon closer inspection, Sarah could be seen holding a suitcase, a suitcase which she let down and opened, revealing not gold or cash, but rather a new type of assault rifle; one that resembled an ancient Kalashinkov - assuming that anyone in this day and age still knew it - with a coilgun barrel and power cell attached to it; the rest of the suitcase contained more power cells and tungsten bullets. "This is my company's latest product, the Nikiforov-18. Basically a blend of salvaged Pre-Fall combat technology combined with the gunsmithing techniques already developed and rediscovered by the various towns and cities of the Wasteland."

Sarah looked self-possessed and confident, but it was a clear possibility that she was hiding something, namely the fact that her money was inaccessible right now and she was offering her new gun and gun model as payment for passage. A pause as she herself considered the ramifications of lying, all the while ignoring the Cosmic Adept and his attempts at acquiring 'free converts'. She then settled for saying, "And yes, it's true that I don't currently have access to my bank account right now, but..." The woman gestured towards the crate that she had hidden behind. "That crate over there is my property, filled with weapons like the one I showed you; I was having them shipped for a sale when my transportation just disappeared."

A purse of her lips. "I blame my business rivals; my botched deal had Petrov's fingerprints all over it."