Kavrik nodded. "Shouldn't be a problem. Freedom's AI would get a bit cross with me if I left her behind, anyhow." Chuckling, he added, "And trust me when I say that's not a pleasant experience. Freedom may look a bit old and beat up, but she was built as a predator and Lys can handle her with remarkable skill."
He glanced down at the empty hyper-caf container, suddenly remembering one of the reasons drinking the energy drink in public wasn't one of his better options. It had the tendency to make him ramble. Seeking to hurry things along, he got to his feet.
"Anywhoo," he said, "if this Ebon Hawk is cramped quarters, people can tag along with me too. Freedom's got room for six more to fly in comfort." He chuckled. "Eighteen if twelve don't mind their quarters not having doors."