Jonah was manning the ship. The Captain was off... places, and he was bored. As 2IC he should have been doing some manly duties, like fixing or scrubbing or something proactive but as it was he was alone, there was nothing to be fixed or fiddled with, and he was simply left sitting on one of the barrels in the cargo bay beind the door, reading the latest trashy book he'd bought. He'd been people-watching for a while, but having seen the same type of characters pass by 50 times he lost his interest.
Huria creaked. Jonah took no notice. It was only when he heard footsteps and a small "Hello" that he sprang to his feet, dodgy book having been thrown aside and he took long strides to greet this interested passer-by.
"I'm around. What can I do for you?" Was this guy wanting passage? A deal? A place on the crew? He looked a bit shifty. Gangly. But if Jonah had learnt anything over the past ten years it was never to judge a person on first impressions.