"Ash Cromwell. New guy. Ghosts don't serve drinks where I'm from." He moves from the bar to a seat across from her. Much better then a barstool.

"Ah. So the ship is really the one in charge." Which made no sense but there it was. Ashley doesn't notice the way she sniffs him out but he knows that look. She reminds him of his Alpha. Small in stature but fierce. Not to be underestimated. After taking another drink he gives her a pointed look and lets just his eyes change. They look a lot like hers, golden wolf's eyes.