[ welcome back! for both of us, apparently. :D i'm always up for picking threads back up, and will backtag into oblivion, no worries! ]
He shrugged a shoulder, gazing absently out of the window port. "More than likely." A small snort. "They'd never be able to afford the insurance if it weren't." But being a third and lower class vessel, the merchant companies tended to hire any pilots who'd work for the pittance offered, and he said as much as the ship continued to lumber out away from the docking bay.
A gaggle of other passengers were beginning to fill the upper deck, and Caine's attention turned from the view to the crowd, automatically scanning for possible threats. Habit, that one. His crossed arms and nonchalant slounge against the bulkhead may have suggested casual indifference, but the fingers of his right hand tickled the butt of one pistol riding nicely against his ribcage, the left hand rested snugly against the hilt of a heavy dagger along the opposite side.
Yet he sensed little out of the ordinary, which did nothing to relax his guard however; the lycantant simply kept his gaze flicking from the crowd to the window port, as he'd always enjoyed the chill blackness of space. Quiet, solitary and familiar, that. He gave a nod towards the void beyond the plexiglass.
"We'll probably make the jump in fifteen minutes or so, as soon as the ship's flight path is given the all-clear." Caine gestured to a window port across the bay, where twinkled the spaceport in a bevy of white, green and red lights. Ships of all shapes and sizes crowded its docks, the planet looming just behind, providing a bright canvas of artistry.
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He shrugged a shoulder, gazing absently out of the window port. "More than likely." A small snort. "They'd never be able to afford the insurance if it weren't." But being a third and lower class vessel, the merchant companies tended to hire any pilots who'd work for the pittance offered, and he said as much as the ship continued to lumber out away from the docking bay.
A gaggle of other passengers were beginning to fill the upper deck, and Caine's attention turned from the view to the crowd, automatically scanning for possible threats. Habit, that one. His crossed arms and nonchalant slounge against the bulkhead may have suggested casual indifference, but the fingers of his right hand tickled the butt of one pistol riding nicely against his ribcage, the left hand rested snugly against the hilt of a heavy dagger along the opposite side.
Yet he sensed little out of the ordinary, which did nothing to relax his guard however; the lycantant simply kept his gaze flicking from the crowd to the window port, as he'd always enjoyed the chill blackness of space. Quiet, solitary and familiar, that. He gave a nod towards the void beyond the plexiglass.
"We'll probably make the jump in fifteen minutes or so, as soon as the ship's flight path is given the all-clear." Caine gestured to a window port across the bay, where twinkled the spaceport in a bevy of white, green and red lights. Ships of all shapes and sizes crowded its docks, the planet looming just behind, providing a bright canvas of artistry.
"Not a bad view, leaving it all behind."