Ter'Astin came in while he was primping--the Scout's word, not Jethri's--and did some primping of his own. It seemed a little unfair, Jethri thought, that a pilot's jacket was considered to be the equivalent of formal trade wear, though the Scout did take the trouble to upgrade his standard dark sweater to a creamy shirt with a collar banded in green, and to set an earring to dangle seductively from one ear. Toilettes complete, they left the ship together in amity, Jethri giving a brief overview of a day filled with discussions of trade volume and preleased warehousing, as well as tours of transfer docks and demonstrations of the internal pod-breaking room. For his part of the conversation, the Scout offered the information that Wynhael had managed a docking in the end, being relegated to a zero-G low pressure sub-corridor where the next module of the not-quite-finished auxiliary hotel would eventually be attached. "No more than they bargained for," Jethri said. "Indeed, it did seem that they would be rid of the coin, no matter the market." Between them as they traveled toward the Hall of Festivals, they managed to bow, nod, or shake hands with over a dozen fellow attendees.
