"C-Can you please go faster? I have deadlines, and-"
The customs officer glared at Luna, and she withered. They carefully inspected every inch of her cargo hold, opening shipments, checking for hidden panels, scanning for traces of contraband.
"What's her deal?" Another customs officer asked Selene, who was watching the scene unfold.
"Oh, you know how it is." She shrugged. "Jumpy pilot gets singled out at a checkpoint for being suspicious, that makes them more jumpy the next time, and round and round it goes. She's been flagged down for inspection six times this month."
"Heh, poor kid."
"Poor me having to wait through all this. I could be on Mars by now if I didn't have a soft spot for doe-eyed idiots."
"Mm. Well, speaking of inspections, your ship's been randomly flagged for a search."
Selene narrowed her eyes.
"That seems to happen quite often when you're on shift."
"Hey, I just do what the system tells me." The officer said, putting his hands in the air. "Think of it as lucky that they show up on my watch, and not somebody less understanding."
"Fine." Selene huffed, and slipped him a credit chip.
"Well, looks like everything checked out clean. I'll get outta your hair."
Selene folded her arms and waited for Luna to finally be cleared to leave.
"I'm sorry!" She cried over comms as they took off again. "I just get so nervous!"
"It's okay, Luna. You're not doing anything wrong."
"I don't know why I get so worried about being searched. I'm not a pirate, I don't even know any pirates!"
Selene smiled.
She'd tell her eventually, if things between them got serious.
