S'anra walked onto the bridge and up to Irish's station at the helm, taking a seat at the Ops console. She leaned over, speaking quietly, and addressing her in her new role, "Captain, I know you want to find Mister Davies, but I think we need to speak about practical matters."
Irish looked over at the woman, feeling unsettled at being referred to as 'Captain'. It was a role and responsibility she had no desire nor aptitude for, yet it had pretty much been dropped into her lap by default. As much as he wanted to think he was Master of Masters, Aegis certainly wasn't qualified, and that left her as 'original' to the ship.
Taking a breath, she plastered on a fake smile. "Of course. Anything...honestly, I'm happy for any help I can get."
"As you made yourselves quite unwelcome on Pegasus Station, the ship isn't exactly brimming with supplies. It's going to take a lot more fuel than we have to search the quadrant for a single man. And unless I grossly underestimated the wealth of this crew, you need to find work," S'anra stated.
"Well..." Yeah, Irish hadn't had a chance to consider all the issues and problems yet, but that was certainly legitimate. "Yeah, yer right...but we can't very well go back there any time soon..." She assumed that if the woman was bringing it up she had a suggestion. At least she hoped so!
"I've got a contact on Nimbus III, he runs distribution," the Romulan continued, "I think I can convince him to put the ship on the roster."
"Distribution?" Irish raised an eyebrow, considering. In all honesty, she didn't mind running contraband, if indeed that was what was being implied, so long as...
"Um, sure, but I won't take on nothin' that 's gonna do harm to good folks." She kinda hoped that S'anra had the same standards, but she didn't know for certain.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," S'anra stated, "It's the closest thing we have to a postal service. Anyone can send anything to anywhere else, as long as they've got a delivery route going there. Even Pegasus even has an office."
Irish thought for a moment, then nodded. "All right, that sounds good...we gotta do somethin' for funds, and Nimbus III is as good a place as any ta start." She let out a breath. "I...I'm a pilot, not a Captain," she murmured, then managed a wry smile. Doesn't mean I can't fake it, right?" After all, she was her folks' daughter, so she'd inherited plenty of moxie and nerve. "I do appreciate yer help, I'll listen to anything..."