Aurora couldn't decide if she more insulted on her own behalf or the Huria's. A simple cargo ship! She seethed internally, but managed to bite her tongue, shoving her hands forcefully into her jacket's pockets. She stood regarding him silently, slowly counting backwards. At the age of 24, she had made little headway in her lackadaisical efforts at controlling her temper; that childish trick was one of the few that worked for her with even moderate success.
"I need you," she began in a measured tone, "because I don't think the captain would look kindly on me simply making off with equipment. 'Specially on a planet crawling with law enforcement." Her tone shifted as she spoke, and she glanced uneasily around her as if the very mention of officers could conjure them up like a malevolent charm.
"And men like him there... well, they tend to try and drive a hard bargain with people--" Aurora paused, searching for a word that was accurate but not self-disparaging. Admitting shortcomings was always a struggle for her, no matter how minor they might be. "--less than intimidating in appearance," she finally finished.
"If he gives me any nonsense about the price going up since yesterday, you just need to scowl and make a move towards your holster." She perked up visibly at this, the anticipation of a good bargain and new equipment going a long way towards dispelling her pique.