C-172: Merchant Freighter Spanial (Docked at Zarg’s World Highport)
Airlock
As Cargo Master Lia passes the Felline, she pats it on the arm, it bats her with its tail in response and, apparently taking Oliver’s nod as dismissal, heads out of the airlock.
Common Room
The table is big enough to seat half-a-dozen people or so, Alan sits on Oliver’s left, with the Captain opposite.
In response to Oliver’s thanks, she tilts he head sparely in acknowledgement.
Oliver has the photo of a younger Argyle/Lozenge-Sok on his PDA and can show it.
In response the Captain says, “Wasn’t anything in that container but parts we used for the ship.”
Can I roll for calling bullshit?
He sits back and keeps his hands on the table. “You’ll understand that I find that hard to believe captain. As I have mentioned before, the only thing I care about is this man, your operations do not concern me.”