> > OOC: You would Ass You and Me absolutely correctly on the supply > > orders--in fact, she'd be disturbed by the buzzer for entry with Desde > > and Merrin...I'll get there. > > Desdaemona looks at Paris as the door opens. "Evening," she says > looking carefully at the painters. > > The boney woman flips her duffle from one shoulder to the other > with a practiced ease. "Who all these guys are?" She asks looking > from one crew to the next. Paris shook her head, hair bouncing on her shoulders. "Painters--last minute notice--crew was an afterthought." She grinned. "Not to worry, they're local employees, starport workers--I'm out here keeping an eye on 'em--why don't you go ahead and toss your stuff in a cabin and make it yours-I'll keep an eye on it as well." The petite brunette shrugged again. "Just part of the service-and make sure you forward all parts requests through me--I get to watch the Captain's money flow like water, even if it isn't his to spend."
