"Hmm." Her answer came in more of a grunt then an actual word, though she was content to let the technician go. Hadn't seen much on the ship and for all anyone else knew, the word of a belter was worth about all of nothing when it came to witness testimony. Everything considered, Cas hadn't really done anything wrong either. Not by the tech's recollection, anyhow. A furrowed brow formed as she eyed the navigation panel above the technicians head. The shine of blue was interrupted by flashes of red as the ring around the ship turned crimson. And started bleeping. "Aug, what the fuck is going on?" "Uhhh..." He chose the comm device this time, nervously stuttering around the subject; he clearly wasn't well versed on the matter. Cas clicked on her grav boots, cooing with a sinking metallic pang as her heels tapped in. As she stood, she approached the monitor and paid the other passenger little mind. "Sensors are picking up a flag. We've been marked. Turn her around." "But we're almost into port." He stated back, clearly over the situation. Cas wasn't having any of it. "I don't fucking care. Turn her around." Blue chips of ice detoured from the monitor down to the woman donning the face mask. "Was that planned? What, were the codes marked?" The inertia shifted as the ship turned tail, exterior dorsal thrusters kicking on and spinning the vessel. Cas pressed against the metal wall to stabilize herself, gaze moving down the haul and towards the view-screen. Felt like they were a yo-yo at this point; she wouldn't make another return until she knew it would work out.