[Arthur watches their security systems closely, but as he suspected the broken airlock has prevented anyone from trying to get in the same way he and Eames did and it takes a little while for their ship's defense systems to activate, much less find a smaller, still cloaked ship so close to the surface.]
[He counts down the seconds before they go and then they go, reaching near light speed far quicker than a Skrull transport ship has any business being able to follow or track, probably melting off a significant part of the hull behind them. The journey's set to be about an hour, and once they're underway the ship's steady enough to undo seatbelts, so that's what Arthur does, practically leaping out of his chair to help Eames get out of his.]
Do you think they put a tracker on you? We'll need to ditch it and move again if they did.
[He's already patting down Eames' clothes for anything they could have put on him, and then he wraps an arm around him with every intention of getting him to their main cabin where he can lay down on a bunk and Arthur can look at his wounds.]
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[He counts down the seconds before they go and then they go, reaching near light speed far quicker than a Skrull transport ship has any business being able to follow or track, probably melting off a significant part of the hull behind them. The journey's set to be about an hour, and once they're underway the ship's steady enough to undo seatbelts, so that's what Arthur does, practically leaping out of his chair to help Eames get out of his.]
Do you think they put a tracker on you? We'll need to ditch it and move again if they did.
[He's already patting down Eames' clothes for anything they could have put on him, and then he wraps an arm around him with every intention of getting him to their main cabin where he can lay down on a bunk and Arthur can look at his wounds.]