Blaine listened as they talked. He like what he was hearing. He was a former ground assault commando turned Freeport administrator, NOT an interior decorator. "I like what you're proposing so far."
"One more thing I'd have to point out ... those 'casts, they as much as lay one finger on those entertainers and I'll be ... eh.." He waves his hand as if to say 'whatever' and leans back in his seat. "We'll get to it when we get to it."
This was a concern. He tolerated Casts but as with weapons being checked at the Freeport door, the use of Cardamine on station was forbidden. Many would would shoot up before coming in and they were aggressive when they were just injected. Yes, this new environment could be a problem but it was a workable problem.
"Yes, we'll get to it but for now I think your people can be given an exception to the "checked weapons" rule if, say, they are security....on paper anyway." He was smirking and raised his eyebrows at the statement.
