Lane Strayer
Lane once again found herself sitting in the tavern she started at. She sat down and ordered a drink and turned around to lean back on the bar. Once again she found herself looking for potential crew members. Lane turned around and grabbed her drink that was sitting on the counter, and once again turned to face the crowd. The snarky one in the back? No, I'd wind up throwing him overboard. The lass next to him? No, too... Frilly. It took Lane a moment to realize that she was talking to herself in her thoughts.
That was when she caught sight of a blond-haired man in the far corner. He was wearing machinery gloves and had goggles perched on top of his head. Lane decided he must be a shipwright. A ghost of a smirk came over her face. Now he would be useful. She would have to keep her eye on him. She would probably approach him when she finished her drink. After mentally analyzing the rest of the bar patrons and deciding that the shipwright was the only one worth her time, Lane allowed her thoughts to wander to more trivial things, like when she would need to buy more chocolate for the stash in her quarters. She lazily sipped her drink and didn't pay much attention to anything around her until someone in her vicinity started speaking. "Heya, beautiful~ Mind if I keep ya company for now?" Lane rolled her eyes, must have been some bloke trying to pick up a lass at the bar. When she didn't hear an answer from a woman, Lane cocked an eyebrow and turned her head a fraction to see a red-headed man in her peripheral vision. A sudden thought crossed her mind. He isn't talking to me is he? To avoid looking like a fool if he wasn't, Lane remained silent for the moment and waited to see if he would say something again.