"That's...okay, I'll vouch for you with the captain as having come to us peacefully and of your own will. And that you deserve at least a dress in compensation."

Angelika's own fashion is a bit eclectic-a cable-knit ping sweater, and a knee-length dress underneath, a butterfly hair-ornament made of stained glass and wire, and a few bangles with shining ether crystals in them. Poking out of a pouch on her hip, is the tip of another crystal, in a magic wand.

"Sixteen more arrivals, and they're not in good shape...I'll need to notify the medics, but if we're loading wounded now then things must be going well. And we've got our first load of ship parts to..."