Caine's eyebrow went up at the admission. What was a pilot doing skirting the universe on the down low? Well, he privately admitted, the military hadn't done much for him, now had it? And everyone had their demons from which to flee, he also knew that better than most.
"If you do start to feel queasy," he replied, "let me know immediately. I always carry a few meds to handle that, especially with paying customers."
The pre-boarding klaxon sounded then, and Caine's ears pricked. "That's us," he said, straightening from his lean. "We'd better go ahead and get in line, they'll want to check our boarding passes and scan us." There was a standard list of approved carry-ons, but each pilot had the right to refuse anyone if they posed an obvious threat.
Caine carried permits for his weaponry--Stinger's help with that had been a blessed relief--but all luggage was waved over before actually boarding the ship. Thankfully, he traveled light; all he required could be stowed away in his pockets, leaving his hands free.
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"If you do start to feel queasy," he replied, "let me know immediately. I always carry a few meds to handle that, especially with paying customers."
The pre-boarding klaxon sounded then, and Caine's ears pricked. "That's us," he said, straightening from his lean. "We'd better go ahead and get in line, they'll want to check our boarding passes and scan us." There was a standard list of approved carry-ons, but each pilot had the right to refuse anyone if they posed an obvious threat.
Caine carried permits for his weaponry--Stinger's help with that had been a blessed relief--but all luggage was waved over before actually boarding the ship. Thankfully, he traveled light; all he required could be stowed away in his pockets, leaving his hands free.