Before Bart can say anything that would compromise the situation, Paris responds, "We have mice in the system, we'll need to purge before we lift--make sure the externals are sealed or we'll have to clear customs and blow the system in space."

Paris left the girl hog-tied on the bed and, her hand wrapped around Lord Percy's thumb, twisted the Arm gently behind his back and duck-walked him into the lounge. She sat him in a chair. "Do NOT move," she warned him with a waggle of the pinter finger, "That would be bad right now--we've one intruder you permitted on board and there may be more." She smiled at him. "Be good."

"I didn't *permit* anything." Lord Percy grumbles, "She just showed up!"

Paris refused to rise to his bait as she continued the search.

She, removing the small handgun from the waist-band of her skirt and began a very careful room-by-room search of the passenger deck, checking recirculation vents and the access covers as well.

Everything on the Passenger Deck seems to be just as you left it, except for the vent in Lord Percy's bathroom. It seems he was correct when he said she came in through the bathroom win...er...duct. ;)

As she departed Lord Percy's chambers, she once again entered the Commons, and sat down opposite him, where she straightened her skirt and looked at him as though gazing at him disapprovingly over a pair of glasses. "You did indeed permit it, because you took it upon yourself to hide the young lady--without notifying the Captain so we could handle this with legality--your desire to good may have done more harm to all rather than good to one."