And of the two of them, Miles is certainly the more assassinable.

"That was no customs inspector. Look at the monitors," he says, pointing at the two vid pickups in the bay - both hanging loose, torn from their respective wall-mounts, clearly nonfunctional. "He disabled them before he tried to board. I don't understand. Station security should be swarming in here right now..." He searches for an explanation that accounts for the man's visible fear of them, his erratic actions. No stunning insights present themselves. "D'you think he wanted the pod, and not us?"