Jack can't help but shake his head smiling when she uses the word kinky, and he corrects her: "Just a matter of security... and... I think it's more exciting and sensual compared to closing the windows." and while he is talking, he blindfolds her carefully. He makes sure that she cannot see anything, but also that the knot is not too tight. Perhaps she can feel his eyes on her during the short flight, even though she cannot see him watching her attentively, focusing on every visible detail.
The flight is short, it may have only been two minutes of cruise speed, perhaps even less than that. When he tells her that she can take off the blindfold, she will realize that they are still in Dublin as the blinding star is undoubtedly Dublin's sun.
The shuttle is approaching a huge Barge class refinery sitting in the darkness of mid space without anything that might reveal where the position might be. Jack is smiling when he sees her looking at the monster of a ship:
'IMG's mobile ore refinery unit for Dublin and'¦ my private wine cellar. The biggest in Dublin'¦. I'd guess the biggest privately owned one'¦ perhaps in Bretonia.' he comments poignantly, while pressing some buttons on a small screen that shows the amount of goods on it: tens of thousands of tons of unrefined and refined gold - no surpirse that far - but also about 4000 storage units of Gallic wine, as well as some personnel and too much water for a ship that doesn't use water in any refinement process.
While the shuttle enters its automated docking sequence, Jack keeps talking about the huge vessel: 'Don't worry'¦ I am not such a fanatic miner that I take you into a refinery for a date.' he reassures her. The docking sequence signals that the ship has come to a standstill, so Jack unfastens the seatbelt and while standing up, he finishes the story:
'To cut a long story short: It once belonged to a smuggling cartel'¦ so that accounts for the'¦ somehow strange amenities on board that I am looking forward to showing you.' he opens the door, beckoning her politely to exit first: 'After you, Miss'¦'
Up to now it's just a standard shuttle hangar, nothing exceptional, perhaps except the worn out red, badly soiled carpet that might tell a story of a past long gone.
