Cain stood beside his escort, staring at the man in the hangar with a blank expression— or at least, as much expression as a metal, faceless being could show. [i][Him?][/i] "Yes. Him." [i][He looks... Scruffy.][/i] "Yeah, well, it's either him or the road, buddy." [i][*sigh* ...Fine.][/i] He treks over to the man, the ancient piece of aircraft looming over the two as an awkward silence forms between them, the only sounds being the cargo moving from various ships to the storage bay for categorization and vice versa. [i][...I... Erm... How does one engage in social affairs with an Organic being?][/i]