They had spoke about the ship as they walked. Navarre had watched with interest as she went over the her thoughts on the engineering deck. It was obvious that she had more engineering knowledge than she had allowed anyone to know. Settling into his chair, he stared across his desk at her. "Blue," He tone softened. "I have to ask. In the future; Would your family be anything that I would have to be concerned about?" "My family," She lowered her head, keeping her eyes shielded from him. "They are engineers and ship construction designers. My father is one of the best, but he has a problem that he can't seem to get away from." She hesitated for a moment. Navarre remained silent. Allowing her to continue at her own pace. "He likes to gamble." "Not a good habit to have." Navarre commented. "No." She swallowed hard. "That's why he ended up selling me into slavery." Navarre tensed. His jaw locked tight as he struggled to maintain his composure. "I have been owned by several men," She continued. "Some of them were not very pleasant. I tried to seem as unimportant as possible. Otherwise, they would of have expected more of me. There was a chance someone would take me who was much better."