I am weak, and need water. There is a glass on the table in front of me and I look over at it, afraid to speak. You sense my need and hand me the glas..., helping me up a little to drink. The cold water does wonders for me, cooling my sore throat and clearing my head.I wonder, have I pleased you? Are you proud of me? I did as you required. I endured everything you came up with. I look up at you, in your eyes this time, searching for a response. You seem to be struggling, keeping your cold. It's good to know where you stand right from the get-go, so that we have as few misunderstandings as possible. I discovered a major Deseret gun smuggling ring working out of Austin, not even half of a mile from the Republic capitol building. Once the word got out the other BMA and GWA officials found similar rings working most of the other major citys, all of them moving a frightening amount of guns. To Deseret, obviously, but we missed the final links in the chain. Up here I'm sure the same. I’m Cyn. Cynthia is moral. I’m deviant. I’m kink. I’m lust.”“Oh my god,” Katie whispered. “She’s Sin.”Brenda gave her an annoyed look. “Yeah. Got that.”“Not C-Y-N. S-I-N. Isn’t that right, Sin?”Sin nodded.Realization spread on Brenda’s face.“How long have you been Sin?” asked Brenda.“I’ve always been Sin,” the black girl replied.Brenda huffed and shot an annoyed glance at Katie. “I mean how long have you existed. When were you born?”“A week ago,” she replied. “Here. But I didn’t have a name. As soon as Dent sat down the messman began serving: meat, vegetables and some sort of gravy on fine ceramic plates. When all had been served and the captain took the first bite everyone else also began."I've been told," Vel said between mouthfuls of food, "that a ship's Armsman is one of the ship's officers. Now like I said we're no ship of the line and don't follow the same bilgewash the navy boys do but I thought it be best if the rest of the officers got a chance to meet with you and settle.