"I think," Sam said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, "that more than five people know who you are, somebody wants you dead, remember?" he asked, quite rhetorically.<br/>He sat himself down on a chair near the door, being careful not to disturb her 'nest' of equipment. "I'm not surprised you are the daughter of the Richter dynasty. You'd not be the first prodigal offspring of an industry titan to do what you're doing and I'm sure you won't be the last. Rest assured, I won't tell a soul. You'd not be the first someone wishing to not be found taken in by a privateer. We tend to attract that sort."<br/><br/>He motioned toward her nest of equipment. "Whatever it was you're looking for, have you found anything?"