"No need to apologize," she said easily. He released her hand in time for her to cover a yawn. "It takes some time to be used to it. You should have seen me the first time I went up; I spilled scalding coffee all over myself and the floor, and ended up healing my own hurts for the majority of the journey." Ancelot had laughed, she remembered. She recalled him clearly, and still missed him, especially here, aboard the Rising Sun. She wondered if the lead was legitimate. Bella was probably unable to think of anything else. She would have to make a visit to the cockpit later.
"She does that," she said. "How else does one discover new talent, after all?" She had no doubt he was a guildmate; Bella wouldn't be foolish enough to bring non-thieves to what had every appearance of being a smuggling run, after all. "You'll like working for Bella, I think. She's fair."
She pulled herself up onto the counter, her legs hanging off of it, and applied herself to her coffee. Half a cup in, alertness was finally kicking in. "Arielle," she told him after a moment. "But please, for Faram's sake, don't call me that. You're actually Nathaniel, I suppose? I won't call you that, either, unless I'm upset with you," she joked. "What's your story, Nate?" She liked stories, and she liked to know who she was working with - one never knew with Bella's missions whether they would end up fighting side by side, after all.