Captain Maria Thorne
While her pilot and engineer flirted argued, Maria listened. An eyebrow had arched in a disapproving manner as the woman gazed at Ansgar. Their antics were usually amusing, but at this particular point in time, Maria had little patience left for foolishness. They needed to get the ship back up and running before pirates came and pounced on them like buzzards on a rotting corpse. They were limping along, sure, but they weren't exactly in a position to be fending off raids. The Captain waited until the rest of the crew had their say, and then flipped on the comms.
"If the pair of you are done circling and pointing fingers at each other, let's get back to fixing the half dead ship, shall we?" It was more of a statement than a question. She decided to ignore the passive aggression from Kev towards their doctor, and continued on without waiting for anyone to answer. "Andrea, continue scanning for vessels in the surrounding area. If someone decides to take advantage of our situation, I'd like to have a little advanced warning." She flipped off the comms. "Ansgar, take a look at the damage and see how fast you can jury-rig something to get us to the Glao port. I don't care if you actually do have to use bendy-straws, figure something out and get back to me."
Having said her piece, the captain turned around and went to go check on their cargo and make sure none of it was damaged. The last thing they needed right now was to be forced to reimburse a disgruntled Glao after screwing up their merchandise, on top of having to buy parts to fix their ship. Maria was muttering a string of profanity as she trudged back up the catwalk to the cargo hold, where she proceeded to start cracking open crates and check on what was within. For a moment her gaze floated over to a small corner where the supplies for the rebellion were hidden behind a metal panel, but Maria didn't dare check on them right now. If the Judge caught wind of the weapons, there was a slight chance he may want to intervene. Best to check on them when there was a little less excitement going on.
Having made sure that their Glao cargo was secured and undamaged, the captain walked up the steps of the cargo hold balcony to go check on the bridge.
"Andrea, how far did we actually manage to make it before some bastard crippled us?"