She studies him out of the corner of her eye, which maybe isn't warranted because she hasn't asked for Theo's name yet, but this is the path I choose. "Theo," she echoes like an agreement, not a correction, and leaves it for examination.

At the scanner, her eyes light directly on him, eyebrow arched. "It's ship-specific, without official clearance. And," the smile on her lips is sardonic, "it'd be rude. Not many people want a stranger in their space, touching their things."