Stavanger Bay And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach

Rosalyn smiled appreciatively as she said she fit in here, liking the sentiment.  It was one that was important to a crew; if they couldn't hold their members, ensure they had something worth having here, then the entire thing would fall apart in an instant.  Implode like so many others she'd seen and scatter to the winds like seaspray.

"Gimme a few weeks, I'll let ya know," she joked.  She hadn't known Nox long, but liked her fine so far; she had a sense of humor and didn't seem to think too highly of herself.  Rosalyn's favorite combo.  "I think you fit here fine too.  Here's hopin you take that as a compliment."  She winked good naturedly.  She poked a bit of fun at the motley state of their gathering, but Rosalyn was happy as hell to be a part of it, and wouldn't have it any other way.  Because if it was any other way, likely she wouldn't last.