((to the Doc!)) "That has been the goal from the beginning of my career, actually. Why? Do you have a position available, or know of one?" The Doctor said. She had a hopeful tone to her voice. Aashe grinned. Damn she loved having connections. That bottle of wine she'd sent to Kreiss was not near enough compensation. She turned more fully to smile to the woman, extending her right hand genially, which did not have the note in it. "Well, I'm not in charge of the operation, but there's no question that we could use a Doctor." Aashe inclined her head toward Corwin. "Corwin Havens is the leader of our little crew, I just own the ship. You know my name, but it feels right to introduce myself. Aashe DeWinter, I own The Eris." As she spoke (hoping that the potential excitement she was hearing would cause the Doctor to forget the note entirely) the note disappeared up her left jacket sleeve. A quick, quiet movement - an easy slight of hand, she'd done it hundreds of times before. Aashe was curious to read the note - something about the black rose told her that it was trouble... (She knew Corwin would want to know... but she would wait to share that trouble with Corwin once he was out of the woods. He didn't need a shock to his system so soon.) As soon as the note was entirely up her sleeve, she raised her left hand to brush her fingers through her hair, using the motion to make sure the note was completely concealed.