Briar liked him already. She preferred people who didn't question her on simple things, and seeing as this ship had been running fine for five years, she really didn't see a reason for it to change too much. Sure, it was a ship that ran on stolen parts that didn't seem to match, but it sailed chugged along just fine. Blossomed even. Wait. That metaphor got away from her.
Either way.
"Good. Great." She glanced up at the Lisa Frank calendar hanging above the bar as her gears worked for a moment, "How about next Tuesday? Shouldn't be too busy, and one of my best bartenders is working. She talks a lot but just you know, nod and smile. You'll learn to pick out the important bits." Sumi was Cu Sidhe, and shifted into something very close to a beagle, surprising exactly no one within two minutes of meeting her.
Her lips quirked in amusement when he held out his hand before outright grinning, clearly pleased as punch. It was a very human gesture, and one she still indulged in, so she extended a rough hand readily to shake his before making another scan of the bar. "Oh, and Zander. No pictures of me or mine on the internet unless they tell you, I don't know if you're into that sort of thing. But just in case. We gotta keep our souls and all." The expression stayed serious for a moment, long enough to tell him she meant it before barking out a laugh and returning to her task.