Carth followed his newest person of interest through the station to the transit terminal and, like her, was granted free passage through the checkpoint's queue by virtue of his skin, his imposing physical presence and his armaments. His own ID tagged him as belonging to an entourage assigned to a Hex-Corp manager, which was a privilege he was graciously allowed to use and made judicious use of it to bypass every security check scan on the station. He managed to slip aboard the tram at the last second and watched from one corner as an 'incident' nearly unfolded until his quarry diffused the whole would-be-mess-of-paperwork with a glare.<br/><br/>He slumped back in the seat he'd chosen, one eye watching her and thankful the crowd decided that he was less interesting than she was. Gray or not, head-taller-than-most or not, he knew how to blend in when he needed to.