[ She boards without any of the usual reservation of a guest. Climbing the gangplank, she takes it upon herself to close it behind her, and immediately sets about inspecting the ship, nosing around on her way back to the cockpit. Touching things. It's hard to tell if it's curiosity or entitlement. ]
You must not be a very good smuggler.
[ To still be flying this piece of junk goes unsaid, but heavily implied. She settles into the copilot's chair and looks over the controls, trying to get a sense for where everything is. She's a pilot, yes, but she's never flown a light freighter. Why would she need to? ]
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You must not be a very good smuggler.
[ To still be flying this piece of junk goes unsaid, but heavily implied. She settles into the copilot's chair and looks over the controls, trying to get a sense for where everything is. She's a pilot, yes, but she's never flown a light freighter. Why would she need to? ]