Rowe smiles, tilts her head.

"Yes, they are yours as much as my crew is Greene's."

Her smile only grows when Penk takes her refuse and starts to go.

She turns to Sam, a hand pressed delicately to his chest.

"Make sure they keep their word, pet. And when my ship is clear, get us out of here won't you? Preferably some place sunny. There's a mess to clean and we must get started, mustn't we?"