I looked into one of the cells. What an... interesting collection. I almost wondered if he actually ever kept prisoners in the cells... but that was actually a rather troubling thought. Perhaps this was his personal ship, then. Rather than wonder if I should be concerned--after all I'd already made my choice--I made a suggestion.

"Well given it will take us almost two days to reach a hyperdrive route, perhaps we should take off now. I'd hate for your poacher friends to show up uninvited," I said casually as I opened the door and inspected "my" room. The room looked comfortable enough. None of the paraphernalia from the cells adorned the walls, at least. I started removing my excess gear, though I left my holster and sabre on. Then, feeling a bit guilty and not really knowing why, I added loud enough that he might here me; "I could heal your injuries, you know."