Between bites the Captain managed a casual-if-annoyed explanation that "the equipment storing the goods is medical-grade, or oughtta be. Figure as you're the one aboard used to dealing with the lightshow on those sorts you're the best one to go about making sure everything's lit up as supposed to be and nothing is that shouldn't. Don't need you keeping a log on their daily routine. Just let me know if something less than good's going on. Don't know that there's much as can be done if things get wrong on our way but I'd rather know before we land than after if negotiations with our buyers might end up more problematical than they should 'cause of something on our end."<br/><br/>Mal looked up then, glancing from the doctor to their guest, and smiled. It was not an especially friendly smile. "Just a few exotic flowers for some rich boy's garden collection. Don't get yourself all tied up about it."