Snow isn't really the type to pay attention to what the natives of the planets do or don't do. He's a big man and he's used to people giving way when he walks near them. And after that long, he just sort of oblivious to most inconsequential things like that. The other people trapped on the Fleet don't back away, and that's all he cares about in the long run.

But he's learned to spot the ones he doesn't share a ship with. And she's not on either the Blue Fish or the Red Fish.

"I guess that's true. I don't really need them, but I'm one of the Security officers for the Red Fish." Six people and two of them are Security. Over the top, maybe, but it's what it is. He's seen plenty of thieves in his time, both back on Cocoon and in Yusnaan. Without thinking, he hands over a few credits to the knife dealer, more than the thing is worth. "Doesn't mean you shouldn't have it though."