Ginny gave Ren a quick look up and down with a furrowed brow, station 6 meant nothing to her, but the way the Kiellar spoke implied things she would leave unquestioned for the time being. Despite this, she'd regard Velia with a growing grin "Well, think we've got a pilot now." her eyes flitting to John with as much interest as Velia. When the fish-woman arrived and identified the CSF-certified pilot affirmatively in front of everyone, the Texarkanan would scoff in amusement, clearly laying low was going to work out in her favor anyways. She'd nod in affirmation, despite not being the officer Fihlyn was looking for.

"I've got enough technical chops to do whatever wrench monkey work they'd need in machine spaces." she'd offer casually. "Hydroponics, Engineering, co-pilot." she'd nod down the line to the growing throng of eager would-be crew. "Sounds to me, pep talks aside, we got the right people in the right place with the right ship." she downs the remainder of her glass with gusto, confidence on her lips and courage burning down her throat. "I say we load up that ship with everything not nailed down and try to find solid ground before this station toasts us all alive." She holds up her empty glass in a toast before resting it back on the bar.