"A person is only as old as they feel. I'll be doing right good t' finally get a peaceful drink when I'm eighty the rate my crew and I are going." Shaking her head a little, the Captain chuckled, fingers raking back through her hair gently. "And stopping at seventy? Ugh.. No thanks. Maybe eighty-five if I'm lucky."

It felt good to have a little laugh- a true one not some forced concoction that Gwen managed to bubble up for the majority of things around here. Perhaps she needed to push herself with speaking more to Serenity's crew.

"Any way t' get in on these plans? Know my fair share of ways 'round.. things." Explosives, rifles, armored vehicles.. Gwen didn't know if her skills would be needed, but she was going to put them out there on the table.