[ gah, it never goes how i want it to, damnit! but, am here this evening, thankfully! ]

Caine led the way, heading back to the upper deck. He cut through the maze of passengers with relative ease; being a head taller than most did help. Gave him a comfortable vantage point, anyway. The viewing ports were nicely large on this deck of the ship, retrofitted as it was for relative passenger comfort. He took station at one just as the horn sounded, signalling the ship was ready to move away from its dock and off into space.

The lights of the station below them twinkled merrily, as if wishing them good voyage, and Caine couldn't suppress a half-grin. He'd always loved to travel through space; he'd seen some strange places during his stint with the Legion. The military did have a bit better ships, though; the acceleration in this beast was anything but subtle, as the pilot braked a bit too roughly and sent a nice jolt shimmying through the entire ship.

The lycantant shook his head with a sardonic snort, refraining only barely from rolling his eyes. "Ham handed pilot, that one," he muttered.