So the girl has a gun. Isn't that just like all women? So emotionally volatile. The Master nods though, even laughs.

"She certainly sounds like a handful. As far as I can tell, though, it's the ship itself calling the shots." He doesn't mention the Daligig, though they're the ones who seem to really be pulling the strings. They won't always be on board. And as far as the Master's concerned, what they don't know can't hurt him.

"I don't suppose this shipmate of yours has a name," he ventures innocently.