Monica hadn’t noticed Joey sitting in the bed on the other side of her until he spoke up. She glanced over her shoulder, as she had before turned to face Gregorio; she took a gander at the man noticing his leg, or rather the lack of his leg. She smirked slightly, hearing his sarcasm in the tone in which he spoke; the correcting of the saying. Monica slid and placed her back against the top of the bed and wall. So she could see both of them clearly.
The woman was a tad curious why he was introducing himself and talking. But that was her bitchy side; he’d clearly just wanted the attention too. Then as to not be entirely rude, despite her sheer desire to be so, she said “I’m bettin’ then it’ds you these other two men have ta thank for seein’ to there wounds till we got ta ya ship.” Monica made a more quite notice of him saying he was the cargo master. Emerald had been looking for a good one for a while. Plus if he was the cargo master he must have known about the sphere being on board.