He let himself feel just a little flattered at the once over and the little smile that came with it. Some of the planet born thought of him as too tall, too thin, or just plain awkward looking. Stretched, was one heâ€™d heard, simply because of the slightly finer and longer bones from perpetual low gravity.<br/><br/>Celibacy wasnâ€™t Quenâ€™s MO, but heâ€™d found it forced upon him. Eight months of patrol, four months off, and he didnâ€™t find the Corps women who tried to be men attractive. There was, in his opinion, a very big difference between a woman who could take care of herself, and a woman trying hard to be a man. The latter was just as off-putting as a woman who expected to be taken care of.<br/><br/>Officer Giann, he was tempted to say. Something told him she wouldnâ€™t call him officer though. â€œQuen. Did you decide fucking piece of shit asshole wasnâ€™t good enough?â€ He successfully bit off the laughter before it could start. â€œOr just that it was too long?â€ She might be trying to sweet-talk him. Into what, he wasnâ€™t sure. He did know she wasnâ€™t acting like sheâ€™d really been done in, and that made her a threat, even if it was only minor. Because, really, what could she do?<br/><br/>But he told himself that she was probably just trying to play him for a fool. It wasnâ€™t a trick heâ€™d fall for. Nor was he going to let her follow him, as her words and the sheer fact that she hadnâ€™t moved suggested. Instead he closed the space between them, put a hand on her shoulder, and steered her toward the correct doorway.<br/><br/>The containment cell â€“ as it was labeled, or brig, as it still was called â€“ was directly across from his bunk. That made it easy to hear any noise, and he could check on anyone inside morning and evening. It had never been used before. His job so far had consisted of nothing so exciting as getting to make arrests of dangerous criminals. Heâ€™d towed ships alongside his own, crewed by harmless, petty lawbreakers.<br/><br/>Quen released her wrists when she was inside, and he stood in the doorway, blocking any thought of an attempt at escape. It was a very small ship and nowhere to go anyway. â€œIâ€™ll bring you a change of clothes with lunch.â€ Just the thought of her in an extra Corps uniform made him break into a grin. The image was hilarious.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ser Giann, it is against regulation to allow any suspect or prisoner onboard an Imperial spacecraft to remain unsecured for any duration of time</span>, the chimp warned him.