He'd booked off-planet passage on a commercial freighter; third-class at most, well beneath the notice of any aristocracy. Not quite as prone to piracy as second- and first-class ships, but every now and then one of the lumbering ships was boarded and looted, mostly likely for slaves and salvage, as the passengers aboard seldom possessed anything of value.

"Let's go." Terse and to the point. Caine seldom wasted words. He waited until she stepped off in front of him, noting a suspicious shadow across the street, but followed her on. He sensed no one following, which of course didn't mean no one was. Caine remained a step behind and to the right of his charge, near enough to shield if necessary. His obligation was to deliver her to her destination alive, after all.

Thankfully the shuttleport wasn't far, and their ID's cleared without incident. Caine led the way to their berth, where boarding would commence shortly. "A frigate," he explained, gesturing through the wide window at the ship. "Retrofitted to carry passengers. Semi-decent accommodations, but it beats walking."