"I'm asking you, kid. The station listens to my every word, if you haven't noticed. Although... Maybe I should just have it moved." It'd be less likely that he'd run into someone she didn't want him to run into or that someone would ask him a question it was better wasn't asked. "Yeah, I guess I'll have Vortex move it, instead. I can just claim it's mine to avoid suspicion... Cmon." She started to head back to residential, as drones started to filter in. Vortex had heard her, loud and clear.

Ascot thanked her. It wasn't like she was doing this for him or something, she just didn't feel right turning him out. Maybe that meant she was doing it for him. Whatever. "You'll be able to stay in residential. I can keep feds out if I want. If they decide they want to search my station, they'll search it anyway."

"Vortex can handle most of the maintenance. We'll stop by the diner in residential and grab some breakfast. I'll have her leave anything weird for me to look at. Cmon, then."

She led the way back to residential, finding that nice, quiet little diner where they could sit and talk in relative privacy. "So, your folks are held in some prison somewhere, are they?" She started speaking once they got out of the space port, "what for, do you know?"

The residential area was a very comfortable place to live. It was open and well lit, looking more like a miniature city than anything else.