Sam walked her to the open hatch and gestured to the empty corridor. Only a few of the younger members of the staff remained behind them with Sam clearly giving them no notice whatsoever. Mima followed in their wake, a calculated three paces behind her Captain and latest charge.<br/><br/>He escorted her back down the corridor to her quarters and opened the door for her, keeping himself at the threshold. These were her quarters for the duration of her time aboard ship, after all. He'd have plenty of days as they plodded along with the much, much slower freighters on their way to the orbital warehouses around Conrad. Though at this moment his mind, and his eyes, weren't on their itinerary. They were on her, watching with curiosity and, he had to admit to himself, more than a little attraction.<br/>He had always been a sucker for the mysterious types, probably because he projected the same air to those around him (and 'Navy Captain' and later 'Privateer' attracted certain types that he didn't much care for, for more than one night, at least. He and every other Captain in the Navy would joke they were married to their ships, or at least, the job.<br/><br/>"Here we are, again," he said as the hatch slid open. Mika came to rest on the other side of the corridor, doing her best to stay out of the way.