I-165-Oliver: Captree Main Orbital, Commercial Dock Customs Point

“This way then,” and she guides him to a café on the Concourse, sits in an unobtrusive booth and punches her order into the small ordering terminal at the table (scrambled eggs and black unsweetened coffee) turns the terminal toward him on its swivel so he can order.

When he’s done, she pulls a fuzzer out of her coat pocket and puts it on the table.

“Danger?”