[CupcakeDolly]

The sudden movement and voice of the rainbow-headed man was unexpected and registered milliseconds later than it should have in Aria's mind. She blinked several times and wondered if she had been drugged or was simply still shaking off the effects of cryogenic transport. She'd had little experience translating emotion or intent in the words of others, but it was obvious that she was being treated as a threat. That was all very well. She was perhaps the greatest threat these men had ever seen.

"...'Space vessels are uniquely different from sea transportation in that their names do not start with 'the'.'" Her words were as stiff as her limbs, and she glanced around with the intensity and curiosity of a feline. "'In a craft where men must survive for months or years at a time, being on a first-name basis with their home encourages familiarity and comfort.'" Her gaze settled on each of the men in turn.

"Vera." She shook her head in disapproval, whether at the ship or the two men or at her predicament in general. "Have I been sold to this crew? I think you should know, your pieces of imaginary currency have been wasted. I am going elsewhere, and it would be disastrously stupid of either of you to try to stop me."