"You're welcome." It was more of a grunt than words, as Caine was busy checking the place for spyware, hidden grenades, any other espionage equipment that might be inconvenient later. He didn't think there'd be anything to find, but the minute he stopped looking... Well, that was usually how it went, right?

Security sweep over, all mental boxes checked off his list, he finally chuffed a short breath and allowed some of the tension in his shoulders to ease. He didn't bother divesting his coat--they'd no doubt be moving about above decks in a bit and he didn't particularly plan on advertising the hardware strapped here and there.

Now that they were safely on board and had some time, he paused long enough to look directly at his client. "So," he started in a firm tone, one that hinted he wasn't planning to put up with any bullshit, "anything I should know beforehand?" Anyone looking for or chasing her, any issues he'd have to deal with along the way, any general weirdness other than a simple hop between planets.

Because it was never that damned easy. Never.