Sam watched as she disembarked her pod. He hid his disbelief that a civilian would be foolish enough to run a pod-based EVA without at least a skinsuit, if not a full Vacsuit. Such things were ingrained in Navy spacers at their respective academies. Thus, she really<i>was</i>a civvie who bought the idea that pods were perfectly safe. There was no such craft.<br/>He listened intently as she gave him what information she had about the ship, things their own visual sensors could never resolve at such a distance.<br/>"Rabbit," Sam called over his shoulder as the woman slumped against her pod. "Run every variation of that name through the databases, talk to Conrad traffic control if you have to. Anything short of a CL got it?"<br/><br/>Fully aware he was in the limelight, McCandless snapped to attention, "aye, aye, Skipper," he said.<br/>"On you way," Sam continued, and Rabbit turned on one boot and left.<br/><br/>Sam turned back to Tahlia, "Miss Faye," he began, resting a hand on her shoulder, "I'm sorry for your loss and I promise to do everything in my power to help you get to the bottom of this if you need me to. We were escorting a convoy to Conrad when we picked up the rogue ship, and we'll make orbit in a few days, we can drop you off there, or, if you like, we'll be back on Grissom in another 11 T-days