Stavanger Bay Cause the faint of heart gonna fall apart

His next verbal attack started slow, but culminated to one of the biggest slaps in the face he could have delivered.  That was all they'd thought of her, the only reason they'd valued her.  And she'd fought tooth and nail, dragging herself from the bottom, to never be in that position again.  To never be worthless.  Thrown aside.

In a way he was right.  She didn't know what he meant by name, nor did she know how he planned to run things.  But at his spiel about nothing for free, her lip curled.  Oh, right.  Don't expect to be given respect, but heaven help if you try to take it from his fuckin ass of a sister.

"Glad to know where we stand." She said, her voice ice.  If she had done nothing to earn his respect, than he had just lost hers completely.  Hell, half his crew had been recruited by she herself.  What had Sandpiper done?  

She was at a loss for what else to say.  She was beginning to see there was no way to win here.  Maybe the best course would be to cut her losses.