[ He snorts out a laugh at her wide-eyed, innocent look, waving a hand to say, "Got it, got it." ]

So I'm guessing it went good, then.

[ He leans back in the seat, glancing over at his ship as the cloak folds over the hull. It's not a perfect camouflage – looking directly at the ship calls to mind heat waves oscillating up from asphalt – but it's enough to blend in. ]

Telling you now, if this was just a ruse to get me to land my ship so your guys can dismantle it for parts, I'm gonna be so pissed.