"Hold on the docking for a second..." She bit her lip nervously. This was going to be another complication.
She frowned she pulled the report up on her watch. Classified. This wasn’t an Alliance vessel and the Civilian databases had been overwritten years ago. If this gas was coming up as classified then it meant none of her databases had it. This was some serious shit. Her breath sighed out in a terse hiss.
"Any idea what this shit could be Monty?" She grit her teeth. This place was getting more and more suspicious. She opened a communications panel to the mess hall. "Charles. I need you on the Bridge as soon as you’re ready." She wasn’t going to tip her hand to this guy just yet. If this was a deathtrap, she wasn’t sure what he’d do when he got caught in it.