[h3][color=f6989d]Yasaliah Josk: Pilot[/color][/h3]

Josk widened her eyes and turned her mouth into a mockingly surprised O when Aamra defensively claimed they were neither trafficking nor babysitting the child. Rae also followed up with that this was cargo from the committee, and Astrid derisively referred to her as 'little miss cargo'. So, apparently, [i]this[/i] was the special cargo they were recruited to get. A human child. An...old, human child? Human biology was not her strong suite so, like most things, the Satasi didn't care to follow that line of questioning.

Still, she couldn't help but tease her crewmates. Especially the sticks in the mud. As she ran her two fingers across the back of the cards she had not yet even looked at, Yasaliah spoke with bitter humor in her voice.

[color=f6989d]"Riiight,"[/color] she said, nodding sagely. [color=f6989d]"We aren't trafficking, or babysitting. We are...obtaining and protecting. This child cargo. I got you."[/color] She gave an exaggerated wink towards Aamra. As if they were all in on the secret that they were, in fact, doing human trafficking, but they were getting off on a technicality. Something she used to do with her pirate friends.

'Oh, we aren't stealing their cargo. We are rescuing it from the fires!' While not acknowledging that they caused the fires. It was funny. In this case, well, trafficking was trafficking, and babysitting was babysitting.

[color=f6989d]"Look, I don't care what we do with this child. Do what you want, just don't ask me to change any diapers or take it for walks."[/color] She said, trying to stop the discussion before it got started. The last thing she wanted to do was get into a moral argument with people who thought morality was real.