Gerald agreed with how the man couldn't be a smuggler, but It left many doors. He could be a terrorist, a idiotic Sirian, or a very slow thinking smuggler.
"You know, the teams haven't completely check his ship yet, and we have been given permission to go on board for a peek ourselves. We might be able to use our knowledge to find something the teams missed, Using our knowledge of the situation and our training." He said between sips of coffee.
He noticed Lefevre looked a tad bit pale, and picked up his small paper cafe plate to show there was an extra one underneath the one he has been using. He put one of the croissants and put it on the plate, then slid it over to the Major to indicate he could have it if he wanted. He then picked up the second one and began eating it himself, deep in thought.
