> > Sharda approaches the Lounge's door e just behind a man.
> >
> > Bart senses someone behind him as he reaches to open the door to the
> > lounge. Looking over his shoulder he sees an attractive woman dressed in
> > a serious business suit. It appears she is entering the lounge as well.
> > Down the street he spies the man that offered him this job
> > approaching with a woman at his side.
> >
> > Sharda has to pause as the man in front of her stops and looks down the
> > street. Turning she sees the Captain and another person approaching.
> > Looking the other direction, she sees a woman, hurrying up to the
> > door.

Krikor is dressed much as he was when they had their brief, albeit detailed, 
video interview.  He looks young for his age with short, thick, dark hair, 
atop a clean shaven face.  In person, he appears to be a little under 6 feet 
in height.  He's trim, wearing tight, well-worn jeans with boots.  He has an 
open vest on, perhaps covering a shoulder holster, but with a few bulges in 
its pockets.  A ball cap is pushed back on his head.  He doesn't *look* like 
a captain.  Maybe that was why he hired her as supercargo.

>The woman walking with the Captain is about a 160 cm, beneath a her jacket 
>perhaps a slender 50 kg or slighlty more; her hair is light brown with 
>golden blonde highlights and she appears to be perhaps half the Captain's 
>age; she is focused on a small PDA and talking quietly to him-when she 
>looks up from this--the Captain has actually guided her every so often, one 
>hand on her elbow as though she is highly distracted--she apparently makes 
>comment about the bar and smiles up at him-the slight crinkles about the 
>eyes betrays her-she is older than she appears.
>
>"Sasha," Paris commented, "Looks like we're here--we've six crew 
>cabins...how many did you hire, and why do I suspect you're going to bring 
>up the subject of doubling-up?"

"Seven, Paris."

>She sighed. "And why do I suspect that you're going to suggest I double up 
>in your cabin?"

He chuckled, "What and ruin a good thing?  Look," he says, indicating with a 
nod of his head, "there are a couple of them now.  Looks like we'll be on 
time after all.  Wouldn't want them waiting forever.  Or eating before I get 
there!"  He pauses again.  "Yes, maybe someone will have to double up, or 
maybe we just let someone live up with our passengers.  Not you, of course, 
cause you need to be able to get away from them for a while...  We'll see, 
okay?"

Krikor