Fahir barely held back a grimace. Iris seemed to take the little opening he'd given and barge through it. He'd heard of ships slapped with made up fines and restrictions just for protesting martians pushing them around. Just six months ago belters had started launching rocks and makeshift torpedoes at martian patrols and everything had become incredibly tense. Fortunately this martian seemed quite relaxed. There was a fine line between playing off that and insulting them. They weren't known for taking jokes well on the job. "Eh, that stick ain't going nowhere," she replied. She turned to face Iris square on and ignoring Iris' second question. Fahir held a breath. "You all on to Ceres next?" she asked. Fahir let that breath out.