While Marielle avoided his question with a sharp smile, Dasquian folded his arms.

“I’d find it easier to think of myself as part of the crew if I were given lodgings with the crew,” he said, matching her expression with a smirk of his own. In spite of her evasiveness, there was a hint in the Captain’s reply that she might have some intention of removing Dasquian from his cell, at least temporarily.

“When we return to the ship? Are we going somewhere?”