>  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?"

Paris laughed, her voice a controlled tinkle of humor. "I've heard that before--the time you invited me on that four-day cruise and somehow forgot you'd gotten a single cabin for the two of us!"  She smiled at him. "I'm sure it wasn't intentional this time-I know you do your best--and I'll share a cabin where I can--I'll probably end up sleeping in the galley, catering to your Mr H&M."

She gave a little gesture to him as she opened the door to the bar. "After you, my dear Captain."