Jimmy: "You'll understand all this when you get an assignment that requires you to carry a weapon on board. Most people will never need to do that."
Jimmy turned his head towards the person he had been paying attention to. His voice had lowered a bit, but the man clearly heard Jimmy's words and understood his meaning. There were now evident signs of relaxation; he could deduce that Jimmy's words had revealed his identity. Even if he was not Court Police, he was at least some sort of Federation law enforcement officer.
That's good in a way; consider it a pill of reassurance. If he remained that tense for several hours, anyone would go crazy.
After chatting with Nia for a while, Jimmy rested. A journey of more than five hours was not so easy to endure.
"Ding," the plane's announcement system made a sound, "Attention all passengers, is there a doctor on board? It's an emergency, we need help."
