Of course, it being Solstice, and Natalia definitely not being worried about her tenuous position within the Corsairs, but rather wishing to allay suspicions, has decided to deliver a gift of her own.

She knocks on the deck hatch to the Milk Run, and while she waits, inspects and re-ties some of the moorings. She holds a parcel under her arm. Not one for secrets, this one.