He turned to the clerk who had been lurking near by. “Do you have other things to do, specialist. I suggest that you do them.”
“Yes, sir.” he replied and gave Anika a look that he had no choice and then left, to come back later.
He turned back to the courier pilot. “Actually, if my assumptions are right about your ship, it may be quiet useful for a mission.” He rather use her ship to investigate the wreak of the Battlestar and Basestar than with one of his raptors. If he was right, her ship is a Mod. He had come across them before earlier in his career, when he was involved in smuggler interdiction duty.
“I can’t give you any more details at this time, but…” He wanted to be careful with his words. “Miss Jereldsen, it could lead to a source of resupply. Its all I can say.” He looked back at her ship and then back at her. “I would like to have my people inspect and evaluate your ship.”
He understood that this could interfere with her business affairs and made an offer. “We can pay for your time?”