"You're coming?" he asked. "Honestly it's a pretty run of the mill corp," he said. Fahir cut up the not-bacon and put it on the back of his fork with not-scrambled eggs. When you were out in the belt you couldn't really recall the last time you had eaten real meat and fresh eggs. "You can get a few hours rest, honestly. Then you can help make sure it gets stowed properly. Luis would probably be glad of the help after an hour getting paint off the cargo bay floor." He didn't really want to see her in a new light, but that was a little impossible now. Truth was, the night had been fairly memorable. Those bits he could remember anyway. The pod launch remained his only true regret now his head was mostly back in order. "Good night out?" he asked.