She enter the galley in silence. Her eyes surveyed the interior, clean, organized, and always in a state of readiness. Moving to the coffee dispenser, She filled her cup. Standing at the center island, she took a sip as a thin gleaming blade slipped from her sleeve with the flick of her wrist. She caught the blade between her fingers as she began flipping it between her fingers. She enjoyed cooking; the very act of serving those who appreciated her efforts. In her line of work, she often needed a safe place to disappear. She had often considered retiring, but never found a place that offered the safety she required. But this, She smiled faintly. This was all that and more. There were still many questions though; There was a mystery hidden aboard this ship. And it's off little crew was carefully guarding that secret. "Time." She whispered softly to herself. "In time."