Battu emerges from the engine room of her ship. Her three eyes scan the hangar for the new recruit that was mentioned.

Spotting a unfamiliar figure standing near the loading ramp, Battu approaches them.

Chi chi chi! Battu clicks her tongue and folds her arms, looming over the newcomer.

You must be dingo they sent Tri-Red. Battu take you on. Better pull weight or Battu throw you out airlock!

She circles the recruit, nostrils flaring as she examines them.

You fight good? Hunt good? Repair good? Battu need crew strong, smart. No cowards!

Her tail lashes behind her as she comes to a stop, fixing them with a stern triple-eyed gaze.

This Battu's ship. You do what Battu say. No backtalk. Understand, dingo?