Melara watches the man board yon Dragonfly, and her forehead creases slightly. Whatever trouble the people on this freighter have seen up til now, she thinks, it's about to come down again and worse.
Wasn't too late to walk away, come to that. She wasn't involved yet. Walk back to the callsheets and schedule board. Go back to waiting for her ship to come in and sleeping with the rats until her last cred ran out...and then what?
But if this ship was having a...how's one put it delicately?...-management dispute-, then maybe it'd lost some crew. Maybe even a pilot. And if it was coming with strings, that just meant they'd need her more, ask less questions, and she'd get a better deal. Let no one say Mel Richter turned her back on an opportunity just because there were a few problems in the way.
Cautiously, she steps onto the ramp and looks up into the exposed hold of the ship.
"Hey," she calls, "I'm not looking for trouble, but if you folks have settled on who's in charge, there's something you ought to know. If not, then come down once the bullets stop flying. Just save some ammo, because if I'm any judge, you're gonna need it."