"Well, they can say no if they desire, but that's quite unlikely." He chuckled, leading her into the depths of the ship. "Razor, you down here?"
From the mess of pipes and wires above dropped a slender rottwieler man. "Yeah, she the new girl?" He smirked, standing up, hands on his hips...and crossed in front of him. A secpnd look would reveal that this male had four arms, taught with wiry muscle. He offered a hand, grinning. "I'm Razor, I'm this rust-bucket's head engineer. You must be the new cabin girl."