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Lekan watched as Quin floated away. "Don't take it too personally; she ignores a lot of people," he told the synthetic. "And even then, she's not much of a talker." He was about to go and follow Quin when he overheard the Ishkavi speaking into her communicator. So there had still been a few raiders on the ship and they even managed to get to Deunan's brother too, the Ondari thought to himself. The people still alive after the attack needed better defences.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Schwartz, was it? I've seen that the ship's repair bay hasn't been getting a lot of use, and I have something of a proposition: I'd like to set up a repair clinic of sorts down there, but I assume I'd need a permit from one of the ship's officers first. If you could help me out then I'd be really grateful. Oh, and if you need my address, it's room number 232, on the lower deck." Glancing in Quin's direction, Lekan saw that she was continuing onwards and close to being out of sight among the other tourists. "I should be going now, but it's been a pleasure, Mrs. Schwartz." He had to move quickly and dart between a few people in order to catch up with the Genesior.

"Sorry about that, Quin. I was just talking business with that Ishkavi. Hopefully I'll be able to get a permit for setting up that repair shop," he said as he drifted alongside her. "And I just might have a position available for security, if you're still interested."