As she left, Raz would sniff softly, and open one eye, watching her close the door.  He whined quietly, just a tiny bit.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The cab took about 12 minutes to get to the starport, and she was able to use her ID to get the driver into the secured area, after a check by the security team at the entry point.  That meant a few extra minutes, but those were minutes she'd have lost walking the corridors.  The taxi let her off at the gate right next to the ship, and the driver took his pay, gave her a smile, and headed out.<br/><br/>She was about twenty minutes past her estimated arrival from the day before, but she saw that there were only a few passengers, all uniformed, milling about in the lounge area.  Through the plex of the lounge window, she could see that one of the engineering access hatches (on the aft end of the top of the ship) was open, and a man in a grease-stained jumpsuit was leaned over inside the access area, working on something.<br/><br/>Once she was in the lounge area, a young naval officer noticed her, and came up to her.  His tone was a bit imperious, but not angry.  "Are you with the ship's crew, miss?  How long until we can board?"<br/><br/>[Time to use some of that charm!  Either a straight intellect roll, to explain logically, or a social plus steward roll to turn on the charisma.]<br/><br/>