"Nah, it's the pure animal magnetism that gets me hot," Vivy grinned, "Besides, you only want me for my body, it evens out. And jam of course. Do you not know me at all?"
She looked around, inspecting the rest of the chattel. "So how are you sleeping? If you say shoved in between a bunch of refugees I can take care of it for you," She said, thinking of who would be the best to have go. Vivy had one stipulation; she doesn't kill unless she has a reason. Whatever it is. Space efficiency and the welfare of the crew counted.