"I said I'm told. Don't put too much in reassurances I haven't checked out myself. If I believed all the packaging claims I'd keep the cargo in my bunk and dream of pretty fairies every night until we land. Much as the idea appeals I think I'll let it stay in the bay just the same where it's far away from everyone else who doesn't need to be there looking in on it. No need for any particular alarm, just don't go gettin' curious and peek inside the box. What we don't need to know we don't need to know. Pick it up, drop it off, do the job, get paid. You can pet cats what aren't locked up to go cross-world if we ever have any. Which we won't.<br/><br/>"Any other questions? Good! Glad to hear it." Malcolm moved behind the counter island into the galley then, closing the subject by preparing dinner for himself. This uses the term "preparing" loosely given how little one actually has to do (or even<em>can</em>do) to the various protein ration packages they carried for their necessaries. Mostly he slapped a few elements together on a sectioned plate and his meal was as ready as it got.<br/><br/>A seat at the table, the closest clean utensil in hand, and the Captain tucked in. Sometimes the crew seemed more like family gathering around the table, sharing stories and laughing together. Sometimes it was just a come-as-you-want exercise to sate hunger. Mechanics of survival, just another part of moving forward.