Time in space gives Ramson time to get to know the new recruit, as well as more fully reconnect with Fiona, and at least make sure Lady A is doing alright (though he knows the Altaran well enough to give her LOTS of space when she's in her own head.
And, of course, it gives him an opportunity to show off his other passion--cooking. Even working with relatively cheap ingredients, he can come up with a meal that would set most planetary royalty's mouths watering. It's genuinely amazing what he can come up with by combining his meticulously assembled assortment of herbs and spices with basic MREs and other freeze-dried rations. He is also an expert when it comes to varying his dishes to accommodate both racial differences and personal tastes alike.
Fiona, of course, is familiar with this knack--surviving together in the jungle taught her what miracles the Simvan could work with a few native root-vegetables and Correscan Alligator meat. (The gators weren't native to the planet, but had been brought in as pets and, as happens so often, escaped into the wild and became a pest species.)
And the rest of the crew is probably quite used to getting exotic souffles and homemade Betelgeusen Beetle Juice mead (or whatever other concoctions they enjoy; DO is probably his biggest challenge, and even she has to admit that no one makes better Mac'n'cheese than the Captain--even if she'd never tell him that to his face).
But Rinoa, who most likely is used to the minimalist cooking found on most working ships, is probably going to be in for a surprise. The first few meals are tests by the Captain--he indulges in mild flavors, but making sure one is very dominant, judging her reactions for the basic building blocks of taste. Once he knows whether she's a spice queen or thinks that even a little Warlock Garlic is too much--a process that takes no more than a day-and-a-half--he crafts a dish precisely to her tastes. Just the right balances of flesh and plant, seasoning and texture, for her personal preferences.
Of course, then it's time to get back to business.
Ramson looks at the hulk floating in space, taking in the situation swiftly and coming to a decision almost as fast.
"Lady A, scan for anything and everything. I want to know if we've got survivors, unexploded floating mines, booby traps on the hulk, anything. Otter, give her a hand on the scan. Everyone else, get ready to play boarding party. Once the ladies have gotten what intel they can, we'll head over and pay a visit, and I'm gonna want all hands on for this one, so gear up."
*****scanning happens here*******
As the two tech-heads finish up their report, Ramson turns to Rinoa.
"Welp, this is the time to show us your stuff. I'm gonna have you take us in. Don't worry, I've got a good feeling about this." The reptilian captain claps her on the shoulder as he speaks, and she can feel the power of his words eliminating any doubts she might've had.