"Thanks," she smiled at Longshot's decision that the ship had a good name. "I didn't name it. The guy who did is dead, but he'd thank you too."
Once they were on board, she gave Jack the go-ahead to head out and double-checked to make sure that everything was closed up down below. Wobbling just a little bit, she headed back over to where Longshot was sitting and waved a hand dismissively at him. "We were bored, and he just loves having a reason to take all of his clothes off in public. It was nothing. Take your shirt off."
She turned toward the comm as Jack gave his assessment of their trip so far. Her ship had been blacklisted on a handful of other planets, and all things considered, adding Red Light to the list wasn't particularly disappointing. It just meant they'd have to pick up their sexually transmitted diseases elsewhere. She stooped to get a better look at Longshot's wound, smile spreading at Jack's request for pants.
"Looks like it went straight through. You got lucky." She stood again to press the button on the comm, instructing Longshot, "Keep pressure on it."
"It's dire if you're ruining my upholstery with ball sweat," she replied to Jack, "It shouldn't take long to get our new best friend's holes all plugged up."