He nodded in agreement "Suppose yer right, you a good shot?"

Ursa smirked "Killed a slaver with a quad-blaster during processing."

She held up her hand, revealing the missing trigger finger on her right hand. On the tip of the stub, the slavers had cauterized it with their symbol. Ursa made the stub shudder and smiled ruefully "But I can shoot with my left."

Yondu eyed the stump for a second "Suppose it could have been worse. On Terra, there was this old army called the Trojans. They were master archers. When captured, the enemy would cut off the pointer and middle finger of both hands.."

The Ravager captain nodded "They're the ones what got taken out by a big ol'…. Horse?"

Ursa smirked as the word 'horse' slipped from his mouth awkwardly, but she nodded all the same. "Not their best moment."

At long last, the pair walked into the main hanger of the Ravager ship. All eyes turned to the captain, and then they diverted to Ursa. Squaring her shoulder, she straightened her posture and fixed each member of the crew with glare. Which was intensified by the amber yellow of her eyes. "Boys! We've got ourselves a new addition!"

Yondu pressed his hand into the small of her back and pushed her towards his crew. As if he were sending a sheep amidst the wolves "Say hello, girly."

Ursa turned and provided him with a Terran gesture involving the middle finger. Yondu had not seen that sort of physical expression before, but judging by the look on the former slave's face, it was meant to offend. Turning back towards the crew, she looked each of them over and nodded in quiet greeting. One of the members pointed out the metal fusion on Ursa's chest, they knew what that meant. She was a recent buy, or had slave on her repertoire of former occupations. As to be expected, one of the uglier ones made a move on her. He was grinning in what she assumed was his idea of, sensual. Easier said than done, the guy looked like a blaster went off in his face"Lo' pretty one."

He placed both hands on her shoulders and gripped them hard as he began to pull her to him. With a snarl, Ursa reverted to instinct, crossing her arms in front of her, she brought them down and grabbed his arms after forcing him to let go. Kneeing him in the groin, she kicked upward, hearing the satisfying crack of her attacker's nose. Just as he fell, she grabbed his blaster from the holster on his hip. The crew member fell quickly and laid on the ground, groaning in pain. Sneering, Ursa kicked him onto his back and leaned forward. "Touch me again…"

She aimed the blaster at his crotch "And I take it away."

Taking aim, she fired between the guy's legs, mere inches from his groin. Smirking, Ursa began to inspect the weapon. Good quality, it was Chitauri, with some minor alterations to its size. Nodding her approval, she looked past it and towards the mess of ugly on the ground. "I like this, I'm keeping it."

Glancing up at the rest of the crew, she noticed some of them were chuckling "Damn Captain, where'd ya find this one."

Ursa held out the weapon, and continued to inspect it "Oh boys, I'm sure you know where he found me."

That said, she slipped the blaster into her empty holster and crossed her arms over her chest, concealing the slave plate. Smirking, she glanced over her shoulder at Yondu and turned to face him. Performing the customary salute of a Ravager. It was a perfect two beats of the fist to the chest. Smart mouth that she was, Ursa knew when and where to show her respect. The crew seemed to like that and Yondu found in amusing. It was smart, but she knew better than to push buttons that threatened to stick. "It would seem, Captain, that I owe you 350 units."

Ursa was not a fan of be in debt to others, it caused problems and it wasn't uncommon that such debts resulted in the owing party to be taken advantage of. The sooner Ursa payed back the units, the better. Yondu nodded "Keep in mind girly, that's 350 units… with interest."

Jackass, but Ursa smirked and nodded all the same.