[She doesn't smoke every often, if ever, but now's a good a time as any. One cigarette won't kill her; if anything, the stress and lack of sleep will.

So she takes the cigarette, lights it, but doesn't quite immediately take a drag.

Better this than having him crawl about, possibly nearly attacking others. He seems sensible, at least, sneak attack aside. Knows more than he could let on, though how much is too soon to really tell.]

Isha Devan, at your service. [Not really.] Engineer, hacker, thief. Depends on the day, really.

[Said wryly as she now takes a drag. Q rounds out Isha and settles to sit just shy of the pair on deck.]

The scary people were incidental, I think. The unwanted attention was not. I'm not so sure there's any real plan, at least enough to warrant a horde of bodyguards and warriors on the off chance.