Kale had just gotten back from delivering the droid and boarded the ship when the door to the docking bay opened again and the Echani woman walked in with a grav-sled loaded with four crates.  Luckily Kale had managed to find a copilot and gunner on short notice, so she wouldn't have to find out that he didn't have a crew.  He ran down the ramp and greeted her.  "Hello again.  Let me load these crates for you." he grabbed the sled to push it up the ramp.  "My crew was busy when I called them, so they'll be a few minutes, but don't worry.  We'll be leaving on time.  Just don't be suprised if they are hung over too."

He moved a floor panel and started lowering the crates into the floor.  "It seems you are prepared for smuggling, Captain Durron."  Kale hadn't told her his name, but she must have heard it somewhere.  He was fairly well known on the station, after all.

"Well, not all cargo jobs out here are exactly legal.  Case in point." he waved at her now stowed crates and put the floor panels back over the three compartments.

"In that case, I take it you have a way past the cargo inspections?"

"Yeah," he said, walking into the proper cargo bay.  "I wait for one of the periodic gaps in their scans and fly through.  Should be the same as a few years ago.  If not..." he motioned to a crate.  "Two thousand credits worth of Antaran Musk.  Perfume.  Not illegal, but highly taxed on import.  If we do get caught, we give it up and they think that we were merely trying to avoid the tariff.  That way they don't scan us and find the smuggling compartments."

"The compartments aren't using jamming to prevent scanning?"

He smiled.  Seems she'd smuggled things before.  "They have some, but if I shield it too heavily they'll get a dead zone in their scans and know something is up.  As is, without knowing what you're paying me to move I can't know if it will be detected or not."

"I thought you didn't ask questions." she responded.

"Oh, I wasn't asking.  Just letting you know that no smuggling compartment is perfect."  The console started to beep, notifying him that someone was cycling the airlock to the docking bay.  "Looks like one of my crew is here Miss...?"

"Snow." she responded.

"Well, I'm Kale Durron," he responded, heading towards the ramp, "but I guess you already knew that."  He hit a button and a door opened to a room with only a bed with drawers under it.  "Not exactly roomy, but at least it's private.  The 'fresher's across the hall."  He hit the button beside a door across the hall and the bathroom door opened.  A toilet, sink, and small shower was inside.  "Mess is down the hall.  Only have packaged meals and synth nutrients, but the journey's only 27 hours or so, so it's not that bad."

"It's fine, I've lived under worse conditions before."

With that Kale nodded and went down the ramp to greet his new crew.