Leonie finished the rest of her gin in one go. She was way too sober for this. She flinched when the newcomer slammed his beer on the table and as a result dropped her cigarette on the floor. She barely gave him a glance while she extinguished it with her boot and proceeded to light another one right away. The couple was meanwhile talking about some military stuff which sounded almost as foreign to her as the way people spoke around here. At least she caught the name of the lady. Gunda. She slowly started feeling tipsy which managed to somewhat drown the sound of her brain screaming that she is in danger and what a f*cking atrocious idea this whole thing was.
"Namazu, meet... Leonie, right. Yeah, it's Leonie. Nice name. She's here to help - a volunteer, like you, I guess. " Volunteer huh. She might actually dispute that part. She would volunteer to take a vacation on Curacao, now that the war is over. Not that she had the money to. Her bonuses were slashed. But in the end it was true that she took this job voluntarily. But something else was bothering her about that sentence. Namazu. Where did she hear that name before. Then she realized it was the hoodlum that pirated her a week before in New Berlin. This was just absurd. A sense of anger swelled in her. Mostly towards herself, for getting herself into this situation, for dropping a really good cigarette on the floor but also towards the Namazu. "...nobody's going to rob you or throw you out an airlock for your execs' ..."
She laughed out loud. "Well, Namazu here" she tapped his arm "has already quite successfully managed to rob me just yesterday. Causing me to file a crapton of paperwork and lose all my bonuses for this quarter. So hopefully you will be at least right about the second part." Leonie started reaching a point of not giving a damn. She was yearning for at least some sort of control over her situation. Her mind was telling her that the easiest way would be to just stand up, walk to the hangar bay, take the Konigsberg and get the f out. But her rational self was on the backburner. Instead her anger kept swelling. She looked Namazu in the eyes for the first time.
"So... you owe me a cigarette ... and a lot of f*cking money you rat bastard!" she yelled at him while extinguishing the searing cigarette tip on the top of his hand.