They had gathered on Command. Alan and Dylan had exchanged stories. "Well, you're all certainly welcome to stay on board for awhile," Dylan told them. "We have plenty of room."

"May we see the whole ship?", Valerie asked.

Dylan smiled at her. "Of course."

"Are you sure that's wise?" This from Tyr, the skeptic.

"Oh, come on, Tyr. They're only teenagers", Beka protested.

"And when I was their age, I was a deadly killing machine."

"Ooh! That's not very nice," Melody said. "I think you'd be much happier just listening to our music. We can play for you."

"Your music will only drive him to kill even more", Alexandra stated. Melody just giggled.

Beka stared at her. She was incredulous. Didn't this girl know when she'd just been insulted? How stupid could you be? And how did someone as stupid as that carry the name of Valentine?

Dylan jumped in to keep the peace. "No need for a fight. Come this way." He led them on a tour. "You're welcome to pick out any quarters you'd like."

"Good. I'll show you which ones I want." Alexandra led them all back to Dylan's quarters.

"Um, sorry. Those are my quarters."

"You don't seem to understand. I'm Alexandra Cabot. I deserve only the best."

Dylan glanced at his crew. Harper and Trance were openly laughing. Beka was struggling to keep her composure. Even Rev hid a smile. Rommie's cheeks were twitching. And Tyr wasn't laughing, but he had a smirk on his face. He had to get a handle on this, quickly. "Well, I'm very sorry but ,I'm not giving up my quarters to you. You'll just have to make due."

"Oh, all right. If I must."

"You must." He resisted the temptation to glare at her and his crew. "Come on. Let's get our guests settled in." And it wasn't easy, but they did it. They were given quarters, instruments and all.