<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>Seeing Fio and Sera trail Diane back towards the ship’s medical station (she could hardly, in good conscience, refer to it as an infirmary), Kaylee busied herself securing their cargo.  If they’d been able to bring the crate along, maybe she’d have been content to strap it down in the cargo hold, but the buckled door had made that impossible.<br/><br/>The tip of her tail twitched back and forth as she set the canister atop one of tables in her workspace, meticulously sweeping over the case with a variety of bug detectors as she tried to ensure that TESLA wouldn’t be able to track them down now that they were out in the vastness of space again.  Her pale red eyes goggled under the magnification lenses she used to examine the locking mechanism, one ear drooping off to the side as she focused and her attention to the rest of the workshop.  Finally, she was convinced that the canister was safe, and she moved it over to a container of her own.  Setting it carefully within, she closed the case up and pressed a key, listening to the sound as the case filled with impact resistant foam to ensure the loot could be carried safely.<br/><br/>Finally, she lifted up a pair of floor panels and stowed the crate underneath, the steady pulse of a pale blue light telling her the sensor baffles she’d installed when she’d joined the crew were functioning as intended.  Someone would have to physically tear the ship apart to find the container now … or get the location from the crew somehow, she supposed.  Either way, she set the floor panels back into place, screwing them securely down using the blade of a pocket knife.  A quick shove partially covered the floor plating with some of her luggage, and she shrugged off her armored jacket to drape it over the top of her belongings.<br/><br/>Feeling the cool air of the<em>Honeypot</em>sweeping over her shoulders, she decided to catch up with the rest of the crew and make sure everything was okay.  When they were closer to civilized space, she’d risk making a few calls and see if she couldn’t find them a better deal.  She was<em>pretty</em>sure that she could consider being shot at by their employers soldiers qualified as a breach of contract.