Glancing down at Bart's sidearm she adds, "Your first time on
Overnale?"
"Lorton and Giffin Island have *really* serious laws against
private weapon ownership, so please don't try to take your
sidearm...or anything more serious than a butter knife through the
externaty zone. I'd hate to find out you were dead or locked away
for 50 years."
She looks from Bart to Paris and back, "There are a few local laws
and regs I need to go over with your crew, if you don't mind."
Urquart adds with a smile, "Saves time and trouble later."
"I'm sure--I'm rather," Paris said, ushering the Lieutenant
aboard--with a nod at Bart to keep an eye upon her--and not the swing
of the woman's rear either--"surprised that such a list of local
restrictions was not transmitted prior to landing."
A shrug. "This is our central crew lounge," Paris said, seating the
Lieutenant, "Bart, would you summon the crew and I'll get something
to drink for all?"
She stepped into the open galley--the corner of her eye still on the
local officer--trust went a long way, but only as far as you let it
go.
Lt. Urquart sets her briefcase on the table and takes out a padd and
several sheets of paper, "Nothing for me." she calls to Paris, "But if
all of you would like to join me for a drink at Brubaker's this evening,
I'd be honored."
