He winced at the sound of the lollipop being cracked. How did she even do that to her teeth? "An inspection can slow us down because the fuckers always insist you power down engines and let them match your course. Also, after they took a bit out of each other I don't want the Sandfly anywhere near a potential conflict zone. If they start shooting I don't want to be near a few hundred thousand rounds of Teflon-coated tungsten flying around the place." He reached out and made a flicking motion on the air. The view of their route leapt onto her screen before being projected into a three dimension hologram. "Whilst we've got nothing hot I don't want a UN inspection. Might be some serial numbers on some of the loot we skimmed that might tie us to the ship in distress."