All sorts of beings were in the corridor, mostly humans but there were a few aliens. They mostly ignored each other as they made their way.
“Excuse me, miss," said a tall man in a bowler hat, “Are you alright?”
The Wanderer turned and smiled at the strange man. Daniel looked close at her, then brought up the device he had.
“Here,” he said, tapping the holo-slate to bring up a map of the ship and handing it to the young alien with a kind smile. Daniel doffed his hat to her with the tip of his cane and walked on.
The Wanderer frowned, turning to watch the man walk away, then turned back to holo-slate Daniel had left her. Someone bumped into her and the holo-slate went flying out of her hands. She cried out, chasing after it as it got kicked from side to side by passing passengers.
It did not go unnoticed.
"Sir, you better come have a look at this," the security officer sitting at the camera monitors said.
"Where is this?" his superior asked, watching the humanoid girl moving erratically through the crowd.
"Promenade amid-ships, sir."
"Orange coveralls? Looks like prison-wear. We're not transporting any criminals, are we?"
"Nobody in lockup, sir."
"Detail two security guards to question her."
In the Constellation Dining Room, John Paris Jr. a.k.a. "Shade the Assassin" appeared in the doorway, a few minutes before seven wearing a tuxedo. A waiting steward directed him to the bar to wait for the captain. He knew he should be looking for the girl - but this gave him a chance to mingle and pick up some information. And partially to piss off his hidden masters.
There were three others waiting, two aliens and another human who looked oddly familiar. Familiar people weren't always friendly. Shade stiffened slightly as he mentally reviewed the locations of his weapons on his person as he joined them.
"Good evening," he introduced himself lightly with a smile. "My name's John Paris Junior. I take it you three are also the guests of the Captain tonight?"
His eyes swept the two aliens, then turned towards Daniel. The silver-headed cane the Londinium carried could do some damage. Shade wondered if it was also a concealed weapon? But the bowler hat bothered him.
"Excuse me," he said to Daniel, "But by any chance, are you from Londinium?"