The woman went to the door and peered outside, saw someone then signaled to him that someone was coming. L saw her, but his system resources were focused on the task at hand, along with inventorying what he was packing into the boxes, trying to determine what he needed.<br/><br/>If L were human, he may have jumped when the door to his left opened, but he showed no interest in the armored man as he stepped into the storage room. L continued to pack his final box ignoring the man until he walked up to him and started talking.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Alright friend, no games. Trooper Kenzington, your assigned escort, shirked duty to go skirt chasing. Fine and dandy. So I'll be filling in."</span><br/><br/>Without a word, L reached inside his robe and pulled a small terminal, handing it to the trooper, on it were his boarding pass, along with his current security clearance, still stating that he required an escort. It also said he was not accompanying anyone else and his ship had no crew besides him.<br/><br/>At this point, L had returned to his task, without saying anything to the armed man, finally finishing his task. He grabbed a grav lift from the corner and began piling his four boxes on top then pushed it towards the door. At this point he just wanted off this ship now and return to his meaningless existence alone. He didn't bother with his proper Droid facade anymore. It's not like he would see these people anymore.<br/><br/>"Look, you can follow me all you want, Fleshling. I know where the airlock is that leads to my ship." he said, his voice not forced into his normal monotone digitized voice like he normally did when he was messing with people. He also had nothing to gain by letting on that the woman in the back of the room was there, and he wasn't feeling particularly mean at the moment. He just wanted out, "Just move out of the way and I'll leave."