"Okay." He made a quick sweep of the room, though it wasn't as if they'd unpacked anything that they might leave behind. Getting dressed took less time than re-arranging his luggage so that he could get at his bow in a hurry if he had to, whoever had packed it in the first place had gotten it almost right, but he was making doubly sure.

He was also amused that while their clothes looked like civilian wear they were made of the same stuff that his uniform was, not exactly bulletproof, but definitely stab-resistant as well as being lightweight, flexible, and surprisingly comfortable.

"Any bets on how many times we're going to hear 'but I'm a paying customer'? I'm guessing somewhere around thirty."