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When they reach Zav Station 32, Cavilo moves out of the pilot's seat and lets Jenny handle the docking.
There's almost nothing in the way of Customs between the docking tube and the public areas of the station, a touch that leaves her somewhere between marveling at the lax security and suspicious of it. It means she's on her guard when they step into the main concourse, a broad circular sweep lined with shops and eateries and less immediately identifiable places.
(Not that she's ever really off her guard.)
There's almost nothing in the way of Customs between the docking tube and the public areas of the station, a touch that leaves her somewhere between marveling at the lax security and suspicious of it. It means she's on her guard when they step into the main concourse, a broad circular sweep lined with shops and eateries and less immediately identifiable places.
(Not that she's ever really off her guard.)