To his consternation, there was nothing of any import inside her ship. He collected the weapons and shoved them all into the locker with his own, so that at the very least if she managed to get up and wander around, she wouldnâ€™t have access to anything too dangerous. Then everything from her shipâ€™s computer, he copied into the chimpâ€™s memory. While the AI sorted and filed it all, he scanned the logs to find out where sheâ€™d come from. It might give him some clue as to what she had been up to. Although heâ€™d have to wait for the next packet of news and reports before he could be sure.<br/><br/>Not that heâ€™d receive anything. Every part of this farce was starting to get under his skin.<br/><br/>What he found to be of importance was that sheâ€™d fled the surface of Prozea I. Far too quickly it seemed. The computer told him that the hull integrity was below the safe human operating level, but the engines were still in working order, if only barely. That was all he needed anyway.<br/><br/>The Corps had figured out long ago that if you didnâ€™t file a flight plan, auto pilot programs were nearly worthless. It was why every new Imperial cruiser was now outfitted with an AI. Carrier ship AIs were geniuses, and he got stuck with a window lickerâ€¦<br/><br/>Within a few moments, he had the controls routed through his console and under the chimpâ€™s supervision. That drove the AI nearly to distraction; it kept warning him through his earpiece that it was inadvisable while the communications array was damaged.<br/><br/>All that was left was the check of his own ship, and that was harder than it should be. Quen had no wish to go out and look over every inch of the hull himself. He had to trust that since the internal sensors were still all working perfectly, the chimp would tell him if there were any serious breaches. He wouldnâ€™t be landing planetside after all. Thereâ€™d be no atmospheric friction to worry about damaging his ship against.<br/><br/>A few checks later, and heâ€™d verified the Agniastraâ€™s engine status. Not what heâ€™d hoped, but it would get him to where he was going.<br/><br/>Better check on his patient/prisoner then. He didnâ€™t let the door seal itself this time, having no wish to breathe in any more of the vapor. It burned enough to be uncomfortable if, like he was, one was unlucky enough to take a breath while it was sprayed over the med-bay.<br/><br/>It had been six months now since heâ€™d seen â€“ not to mention spoken to â€“ another human being and he was still trying to figure out just what to do with this particular one. â€œRelease the restraints.â€ Even alone, heâ€™d gotten into the habit of raising his voice to address the computer. The chimp could certainly hear him, even if he whispered. But he didnâ€™t like to think about that too often.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™ve earned the privilege of a stay in the containment bay, Sera DronstrÃ¶m,â€ he said a little too politely. â€œIf you get up and come with me of your own accord, I wonâ€™t have to leave the cuffs on after showing you to your quarters for the duration of the trip. Think of it as thanks for making my job easier, by not having to chase you.â€<br/><br/>Or maybe because he was being soft on a pretty, wounded femaleâ€¦ Chivalry wasnâ€™t entirely dead, and he found it distasteful to have to manhandle her. Even if she was a wanted criminal.