"We'll be heading out as soon as the medic gets here." She assured her. "I thought I'd have to take on the engines, which I'm not great with, so it's good you showed up." She turned to see Montgomery eying Monolith with suspicious eyes. Her eyes lit up briefly with a hint of mischief.
"I don't think we have any problems, Monty, this is Monolith. We'll be taking the helmet off once we hit the skies." She grinned wickedly, enjoying the feelings not only of having a crew again, but watching the two Alliance run-aways rubbing up against each other. Yes, this was lucky indeed, two Alliance fugitives might weigh in her favor if she had the need. And yet, the doubt tickled in the back of her mind, was this all too lucky? "We'll just make sure he's got a bucket on him. I don't imagine those helmets react well to vomit."
Xhava had been right. She had doubted she'd get this fortunate, to go from an empty ship to a solid crew overnight. Well--not quite an empty ship...