Pins & Needles [Esmay/Gunn]

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Taking a quiet back-seat in the conversation, Rosalind had left both the researcher and the Captain to hash out the details of their arrangement. Just what Willows would be doing aboard this ship, should she choose to stay, or whether what she held was worth the risk to them. Ros had stepped her way quietly over towards her lab bench - her desk - and had idly flicked through some papers. The medic was still listening, of course, but hadn't stepped back into the area between the two of them. She kept her ears tuned for anything that might be pertinent for her to bring to Roger's attention - anything that might have sounded sketchy. Well, the whole deal in itself was kind of shady in the first place. What the Alliance had had her working on - and whether there was always going to be more to it than some miracle cure. As it sounded, Willows had only cared about what a doctor should - the application to serious patients. Making sick people better. It made the whole cause appear a lot more like some mission of mercy. And here was Ros, some unlicensed street doctor from Beaumonde's slums. Who pulled bullets out of criminals and kept hostages alive. It was very much a different worlds kind of scenario. Rosalind couldn't fathom ever doing Willows' work, and she was sure if the other woman knew her, she wouldn't dream of doing what Ros had done, either.

Now that Roger had decided a course of action on how to deal with their new passenger, and the precious data she was carrying, they came to their arrangement on the trade-off. Willows could stay aboard until such a time that they reach Haven, or get off along the way, and the Captain got to see the truth or lies in her statements. Ros peered up at the little chip - something so small, but with so much weight.

Davis turned her way, and Ros had returned to looking through papers as he spoke. She flipped her journal closed smoothly as the orders came out. The medic met his gaze and gave a short nod, "Yes. Captain."

After that, her gaze tracked back over to their guest, though hoped she wasn't expecting much of a fan-fair from the cold medic. Rosalind would make sure she was properly shown around - to the areas of basic needs - and then make sure she was safely stowed in a room. There was a brief 'tidy' of files on her desk being shuffled about, and then she strode on over.

"If you'd like to come this way." Those words were clearly not as suggestive as they sounded. She was not to be given free run to come and go as she pleased - but as much freedom as a guest should be permitted. A hand had come out, too, motioning towards the double doors. Ros passed another look towards Roger. More of a confirmation that she had this in hand.