Corrin leans back in her chair. "No." She says finally. "I won't be bribed. I made that clear earlier, didn't I?" She motions to where the imaginary bag of gems sits on the table.

"You're right, I do want to be captain of the ship. I'd be a pretty damn good one, and I'm not afraid to say that. But I'll not be handed it, and not for turnin' on my own crew, no matter who the crewman in question is."

She suddenly pushes her chair back and stands up. Her look is one of barely contained anger. "I don't like the little lord, but I like you a hell of a lot less, and you're not part of the crew. I think that's what you're failing to grasp here, sir...when the chips are down you support the crew because that's the only way you stay flying. If I only got my captaincy because I sold out the captain and the crew? I wouldn't deserve it, and the crew would never trust me. That's not how I operate. Find yourself another patsy, if you can, but I'll be keeping my eyes out. And that's all I'm going to say on the matter."