Sam stiffened at the idea that it was her data, and possible herself, the assassins were after. What could she be running from? How explosive would it be back home?<br/>He dismissed the thought, but realized there were going to be in for interesting times ahead. His worry was safely ensconced behind the poker face command ha granted him with.<br/>He gestured with a hand to the short, black woman nearby. "Mika will see you to quarters and post a sentry for your protection," he said.<br/>Mika stepped forward, the small woman nevertheless looking like she could deadlift the pod outright. She smiled. "Right this way, ma'am," her voice was crisp and nearly as commanding. Definitely military.<br/><br/>Sam nodded, "Put her in the XO's quarters, I don't think Alistair will mind, and Mika, looks like we'll be going for a dance in the pale moonlight tonight," he said. The XO's quarters were down a corridor from his own, which were both close to the bridge, one of the most well-protected areas of the ship near its core. As opposed to the very-exposed (and windowed) passenger staterooms. The master-at-arms' expression soured for an instant as if she wasn't sure of one of the things he said, then nodded. "Aye, sir."<br/>She wouldn't be entering Tahlia's true name, nor the circumstances of her arrival into the ship's log.