"Thanks for the offer," Dominiq answered the woman's question politely as her brown eyes took in the redhead for a moment.
"But I usually travel light these days. Mr Wymp escorted me to my room and was good enough to give me a hand with my things."
Her arms uncrossed and fell to her sides as she stepped towards the airlock connecting the Bridge to the rest of the ship. She took a moment to glance back at each member of the crew over her shoulder before her eyes met with the Captains.
"I know that you're a busy man, Sir, so I'll keep out of your hair while you do what you need to do. We can talk about the Ship Share at your leisure." She half-turned back to the others and smiled. "Thank you all for the warm welcome, but it's been a bit of a journey and I'd like to get some rest. A pleasure to meet you, Marlo." She smiled to everyone before she turned to leave, then stepped out of the room. Only when her eyes meet the Crosser's did she spend no more than a second to look at it as she passed the Alien. The even
tick of her heels changed and became a brief trio of staccato sounds as she passed and moved through the airlock into the hallway. Once she'd passed the door and began walking along the corridor, her graceful steps returned while the door slid shut.
Dominiq spends the rest of the day onboard, unpacking and setting up her things and making her quarters into something a bit more welcoming. Although the room is decidedly spartan for her taste, a mauve coloured 'dream catcher' soon adorns one wall to add some colour. Once she'd settled in, she changed into a pair of denim pants and a bright floral print top and went about the ship to familiarize herself with the ship's layout and functions. She checked with Reggie first about what was cool and what was a
no-go area before she began. She might be a member of the crew soon, but it made sense to learn where she was expected to be, and where she might have to explain herself. When she went
walkabout, she smiled and politely greeted those she met and was usually good with answering questions and talking about whatever subject was brought up.
Denim proves to be a theme in her outfits and worn mostly while she is either
working as part of the ship's crew, or spending time relaxing.
"I've been wearing this stuff since I was a girl," she answers to any who take note,
"It was the only fabric that could take the stress of a young tomboy who spent her time climbing all over everything. I fell in love with it, and have worn it ever since. Sarah had her fix with dat bomber jacket, and her Haitian heritage, I was more inta jeans." When she mentioned her cousin, her clipped Standard slipped slightly, and some of her own Caribe-flavoured speech emerges.
The first couple of days are spent getting to know the ship's routine as well as what's expected of her, along with catching up on some much-needed rest. Even Dominiq's meticulous attention to detail fails occasionally as she sets about her tasks. Only when it comes to working with Horace Wymp's instructions regarding cargo and his mercantile background do her eyes light up.
"You know markets and trade, I know people. This could work out perfectly and make us all very ... very rich." Her brown eyes twinkled mischievously at the thought. Along with Mr Wymp's pointers, she also spent some time looking into articles in "Free Trader Weekly", in the hopes that she might gain some insight, as well as complement his breadth of mercantile knowledge.
Once she's gotten the
hang of things aboard ship, Dominiq begins to work collecting information on their destination - St. Brendan. She reads through articles on the planet, culture, morals and regulations. (She had no wish to run afoul of the local regulations, and some Catholic denominations could be a bit strict) She also looked into the local music scene and tried to find out what people were listening to. She'd occasionally played small venues in the years since she'd left the business, and knowing the local
flavour of music was always a way to make an impromptu concert more intimate and enhance the crowd's experience. She took note of a handful of songs that she could practice and spent time in her room working on them in the evenings when she wasn't on duty.
One of the last things she'll look into is any information that could be found on the man who'd tried to get passage on the ship but had been flatly denied by Wymp's undisguised distaste with the man. She had her own reasons for not liking intrusive people in general, and paparazzi in particular ... but there were more dangerous reasons; obsessive fans and stalkers. It was easy enough to forge credentials if you were persistent enough, and thankfully, Dominiq's career had been short enough and long ago that most people had forgotten her.
Dominique was open enough that she didn't mind the occaisional knock at her door, or talking to someone in the corridors of the ship. If anyone had questions, she had little trouble answering them - provided that they didn't get too personal. She knew she was 'low girl' on the crew list, and it would likely be some time before they opened up to her, although Wymp seemed a bit more friendly when it came to that ...