4-033: Aboard Snark 416 – Deck 4
Oliver and Alan’s cabins are on Deck 4, while most of the others are on Deck 5. Alan is still occupied forward with the JCO so Oliver is waiting here alone for a few moments while they inspect Deck 5.
Presently Dicard, the Senior Customs Officer, the Commissar and the armed trooper arrive; quite a number of bodies to fit into the cramped space outside the cabin.
The trooper waits on the other side of the ladder well, and Dicard joins him, standing uncomfortably close and looking slightly queasy as he always does when he has to spend any time in microgravity.
The Commissar hovers in the ladder well and the Senior Customs officer is almost intimately close to Oliver; he can smell her sweat overpowering a faint trace of some scented deodorant.
She says, “Your cabin?”
Oliver is uncomfortable but if there’s nowhere to really move he’ll tolerate it for the time being. “My cabin, I’d like to attend the inspection, if that is permissible.”