Jessamy reviewed the list of potential jobs. She didn't want to live off her inheritance. That was for when she couldn't support herself like a normal person. Instead, she wanted to work, to know that when there was no work, she'd still have the inheritance, but if she could live without it, she wanted to. There were three jobs she was considering. One was quite completely illegal, one was borderline, and one was dull, boring, and safe. She couldn't decide.

"You're little mechanic is here," came Maurice's voice from behind her. She glanced up from her console, and gave him a smile.

"Great - I guess I'd better go talk to him," she said, and stood, stretching her back out. She left her list, and headed down to the cargo bay.

Her first impression was of orange and grease. The kid must have been about 5'8", maybe 125 pounds, lean and lanky. His face, although mostly clean, was marred by a swipe of black engine grease across one cheek. His orange overalls were stained with the black stuff, and his hands looked as if no amount of washing would ever return them to their original pale tone. He gave her a tamed-down cocky grin, obviously trying to behave himself.

She did her best to look serious, and when she reached the floor of the cargo bay, she approached him with a small smile, "I'm Captain Carver. Welcome to the Oberon."

He grinned wider, "I'm Joshua Price. I been lookin' for a permanent berth, a ship that needs a good mechanic. I heard you was lookin'. I'm the best - and that's no lie."

She raised her eyebrows at this statement, suppressed a smile, and nodded, "Well, why don't we go on up to the engine room, and have a talk?"

As they passed Maurice, Jessamy had the kid give him his full name. Maurice nodded, and turned and headed for the cockpit. There, he would take a look at the kid's reputation and credentials. Neither Jessamy or Maurice said that was what he was doing, but it was expected.

She took him to the engine room, and had him look it over. Jessamy