"I hope it's actual treasure and not some dusty archeology project or something," he mused. When they approached the spaceport, he angled away from her as the boarding house came into view. "There's my room. I'll meet you at the ship in a few minutes." He told her, then disappeared into the doorway without so much as a by-your-leave. He spent a few minutes inside, gathering what few possessions he carried with him into his rucksack; a few changes of clothes and a spare set of boots, and a notched old pocketknife. He settled his bill and headed toward the docking bays, intending to check the directory for the Nebular Dawn.<br/><br/>He needn't have bothered. When Andy had told him she'd be the biggest one docked, he'd expected something on the lines of a heavy freighter. This thing looked like it could tow a small moon. Whistling through his teeth, Eric wended his way through the checkpoint and made for the gangway, scowling when he was stopped by a brick wall masquerading as a dark-skinned, half-balding man. "Where d'you think you're going, chum?" the mobile mortarwork demanded.<br/><br/>Eric glared up, and up, and up at the giant defiantly. "To work. I'm with Andy, and I'm already running late, so can we get on with this?"