Lady Meiko Erelen, ony daughter of the Greve of Upper Stasia on Corellia, thrusted herself into the chair, spinning it slightly before coming to a rest before the main engineering console.
What to do, what to do? First things first, gotta find out what this ship is capable of.
Meiko began to work on the ships systems, testing its security and defenses while trying not to alarm anyone in the cockpit. In case the others couldn't be trusted and problems arise, she attempted to check and install safeguards so that she could lock engineering from the rest of the ship and control the ship from here. (Up to Jemal to figure out what she accomplishes. Hey...this is what a slicer does who is bored on a four-day journey to Corellia with people she finds boring, annoying or beneath her.)
In the process, she popped another datachip into the disc drive and dance music fill the engineering room. While waiting for her program to work, Meiko danced in her seat, her feet resting on the console tapping to the rhythm of the faintly addictive beat of some famous pop teen songstress.
Meiko moved her head back and forth with her body, the chair swinging along with the shake of her hips. "
I'm not a girl...don't tell me what to believe...not yet a woman...I'm just trying to find the woman in me...all I neeeeeed
is time, a moment that is mine, while I'm in between..." Silky hair flew everywhere in all directions as she sang along in a surprisingly competent melody.
OOC: For all of you who can't stand said songstress (and I don't mean Meiko)

I so apologize, but she would be the perfect idol for Meiko.