> As Bart begins his run, he can see Paris heading offship and back
> into the starport proper, apparently off to go brief the skipper.
> 
> She walks as quickly as her tired and sore muscles will allow her,
> her mind running itself at full tilt , considering her next series of
> tasks-she glances at her wrist chrono and touches the keycard to
> Sasha's suite, still nestled tightly in her pocket

Paris has no difficulty traveling from the Shipyards to the hotel where 
Sasha is registered.  The front desk is staffed.

Paris walks to the desk and the man there says, "How can I help you ma'am?"

OOC: Greg, Bob, I need to hear from you...

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