Who: Cap'n Elysa and Mahir
When: Mid Morning
Where: Eavesdown Docks, Persephone
It was not normally something a Captain would do. Taking on passengers was a common occurence with small crewed ships, and selecting the passengers was a job fit for someone lower than her. But this wasn't any ordinary ship, and Elysa wasn't an ordinary captain. She had elected to do the task herself, leaving Jonah in charge of preparing for their departure, which was planned as soon as they had paying passengers.
Only problem was, a captain standing outside the cargo doors was generally off-putting. Elysa was a tall woman, who's once open face was these days set in a more permanent scowl. Her nervous habit of clicking and unclicking her holster strap was more than a little disconcerting. So far she hadn't had a single potential passenger give the Huria more than a second glance. It was begining to get her down.
She turned to scrutinize her ship. Sure it wasn't much to look at, more bulky and practical than the streamline models that shared the docking bay. There was something distinctly 'outer rim' about her, but to Elysa this was just part of her charm. She sighed and kicked gently at the hull, as if encouraging the ship to look more appealing.
If she didn't get someone soon, she was going to throw in the towel and just get Jonah to do it. Patience was not one of the captains strong suits. Not of late at least.