Sandwiched between jabbering Pydyrians and a family of ratlike Jenets wasn't exactly the best place to be, but Caine ground his teeth and endured it, only showing his lack of patience once, when one of the Pydyrians flailed a long spindly arm and nearly smacked him in the nose. The tall ungainly creature chittered at him and Caine responded with a flat, unfriendly stare and a low growled snarl, lip lifting and exposing the gleam of long canines. The Pydrian chittered more rapidly and crowded against its compatriot, and the line advanced without further incident.

He fully expected them to be stopped at ship security, but surprisingly they were waved through and free to board find their assigned berth. Space was limited; he'd served on cruisers with more room. Their section sported a small porthole, at least. Something to perhaps break the monotony of a two-day cruise. Beds bunked, Caine stepped aside to let his client in, saying, "Top or bottom, take your pick."