<b>Aboard the <i>Lucky Hand</i><br/>
Kam and Kara</b><br/><br/>Kameron offered the Security lieutenant a small, charming smile, pretending to not hear her request to open the panel. Instead, he leaned against the bulkhead, so that the panel couldn’t be opened even if one wanted to do so. “Well now. We don’t want ol’ Lar to get all worked up over a rusty access panel now, do we?” he cajoled, noting Kara’s surly tone. “I’ll get it open in a second, and you can get your fix.”<br/><br/>Turning his back to the uniformed woman, Kam rapped a peculiar pattern onto the panel, which made it give a rather grumpy-sounding groan as it popped open. He reached into his jacket, his body shielding what he was doing, and activated his comlink, opening it to the engine bay. “Now where’d that package go...” he hummed, deliberately stalling for time. “Ah. Gotcha.” Turning back to Lieutenant Starglow, he handed over a small, black-wrapped box. “Glitterstim, yeah? That’s what you’re lookin’ for?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t let your commanders find that on ya.”