Dane smiled to himself a little at the thought ... wondered how long she'd be able to hold to her complacency.
The pneumolift eased to a halt. Warily, Dane followed Nelva out ... moved after her through the shadows to the carrier station.
Still no guards, no interruption.
A carrier, poised in its launching-rack, sleek-lined and graceful.
"There it is," Nelva whispered, gesturing. "Just be careful. It can't carry you much beyond the gravitational pull. You may end up playing tag with Phobos and Deimos!"
Dane noted that she stood well back, deep in the cover of the platform-beams.
Brooding, again he studied the carrier, so notably unguarded.
The silence echoed so loud it was making the skin along the back of his neck prickle.
Quite deliberately, then, he crossed to the cargo ramp, making it a point to follow the shadows, close in to the platform-beams.
A stack of loading-cases stood beside the ramp. Pausing briefly, Dane glanced back to where Nelva still stood craning to watch him.